David
The Dungeon of Decorum was a little hidden gem on the outskirts of Portland. What looked like a small shack above ground was really an underground lair of s****l activity—along with some other fun things—that did a lot for the male ego.
I hadn’t been lying to Kaye about my interest in b**m. I had been a member of this club ever since I was old enough to sign up, and most of the men I worked with were the same way. It was a club that catered to exclusive tastes, and the people who came here got what they wanted.
Whatever they wanted. As long as it was all safe and consensual, of course. No one would get seriously injured here.
I hadn’t been highly involved in the scene. Just enough to know it interested me, but my whole life had been focused on getting my business up and running.
