A funny thing happened in the dungeon. Well punters sometimes things go awry and are just so funny that you have to lose the stern look and laugh out loud.

Once while at another very finicky and house proud Masters house we were giving a slave a joint work over in the lounge room. He was on his hands and knees and we had been working a very large butt plug up his rectum. The slave was tight and the plug was large and rigid. We had been plastering lube around to almost no effect for 20 minutes when all of a sudden it went fully in to the hilt. There were sighs all round and a big high five. The other Master was about two metres behind the slave taking a picture when the butt plug burst forth collecting him in the head and leaving a trail of lube and liquid shit across the nice polished floor boards. The look of horror on the other Masters face was priceless. Then there was the slave I had masked and tied at the fetish club. The mask had a hole for his mouth but nothing else. I had been on a walk around and had ordered the slave to suck this members cock. It was all going swimmingly and so the random guy was invited back to the private room. As the private rooms are high up on a mezzanine floor they get hot, so I removed the rubber mask. The look on his face was priceless as the random guy was his cousin and neither new the other liked to play.

Another time I picked up a slave at a gay venue and took him into the toilets to check him out. It was more crowded than the 5 pm train to the suburbs and so we had decided to go for a drive. I drove to a nearby lane way that I knew and had him strip for examination in the car. He had been naked just long enough to get a diamond hard cock when a police car with full lights and sirens drove up each end of the lane sandwiching us in the middle. My newly met slave tried vainly to pull his pants over a boner only marginally smaller than the Eiffel tower. Two of the police came over and asked us what we were doing. In a moment of brilliance I said "nothing Sir" which in hind sight must have been the understatement of the year. Under torch light it was a bit hard to miss slave boi trying to get dressed around the boner of the century. Apparently a silent alarm had gone off in one of the adjoining factories and the police were out to investigate. After they had checked out the building they let us go, thankfully with a warning to keep away from lanes. Then there was the time I had a slave nicely bound on my lounge room floor when the dog came in and decided to hump his head. This was nearly as good as the time I had a slave staked out naked on a sand volley ball court. While I pondered the next move along came the neighbours cat and dropped a shit in the sand right beside his head. All priceless. Of all the funny events I think the best was one night while at a fetish gay bar in Melbourne one of the neighbouring factories had a small fire break out. As a consequence the bar was evacuated for safety reasons until the fire brigade got the fire under control. Imagine the scene where there were around 40 guys dressed up in leather looking like Village people standing in the street, with a couple of fire engines pulled up and firemen running around trying to put the fire out. All these hunky firemen running around with fire hoses and all the leather clad gay guys with bare bums visible through their chaps whistling and cat calling them. "Hey honey nice hose" or "come put my fire out spunky" or "do you need me to show you what to do with that hose" with the prize going to the three guys with bare bums poking through chaps, pointed at the firemen going "come answer our 000 call". Triple zero is the emergency telephone number in Australia.