Consent was the number one most important rule at the club. People played on the edges of fear, shame, humiliation, degradation, and intense pain mixed with pleasure, but it all started with consenting adults.
“Garrett, how are you tonight?” Matthew, a fellow board member, asked, as he sat on the stool opposite him. “I got here late last night, but the others filled me in about Isabelle.”
Garrett leaned off his stool and shook the man’s hand. “Things could be better, but I think we’re going to work it out.”
Matthew gave him a friendly nod and settled further onto his stool to observe the room.
The night was young, but the room was already full.
“Are you ever amazed at how many people show up every weekend?”
Garrett nodded. They had created something special with Solitaire, and he was happy to have been asked to be part of it. Now if only he could fix things with Isabelle so he could get back to enjoying it here.