Welcome to Lord Mobius's Dungeon


Mobius continued to eat the thanks giving sized meal and was almost catatonic with turky. Before he fell totaly under the hase of fofilment. His thougths were of the two slaves still kneeling uncomfortibly at his and master mikes feet. Tossing a couple of very cousy pillows he bayed the slaves to rest atease on the pillows. Taking a couple of plates from the table he set up to giant servings of turky gravy mashed potatos with heavinly hash. Also a large tulip of wine.

He placed one before each slave and released there restraints. The two slaves miffed at having to eat off off the floor were soon much happier with they were invited to the dungeon theater to wach the march madness with the other masters.

The massive feast was being licked clean by Mobius pack of petulent pugs. Like a pack of perana the plates would be licked clean and the turky would be nothing but a skeliton when they got throught with it. Very easy cleaning by morning.

The masters and slaves all had a wonderfull time drinking and watching baskitball.

A good time was had by all....