Thoughts – June 19, 2017 and about C.

We are experiencing a heat wave. Temperatures around 90° F are rather seldom over here. Farmers have problems already due to the drought. People are forbidden to wash their cars or hose their lawns.
 
My apartment is scorching hot. It is windless so opening the windows bring no comfort. From noon till sunset the sun burns on my terrace, heating up the living room. When I come home from work it feels like I am entering a sauna.
 
Past Saturday we went back to PDN, our favorite BDSM club. Partly because we wanted to. Partly because the heat in our place did not encourage playing.
 
It was not very crowded. For a while we sat at the bar. Talking and drinking cold non-alcoholic beverages. After all chilled water is quite exquisite when it is very hot and one is thirsty.
Then we played, the two of us.  I did not hold back. We were back to normal.
 
First I tied Princess to a leather-covered bench, securing her with leather straps. I made Princess whimper and groan and squeal with my floggers. Yet it was the old-fashioned and unforgiving hard spanking that pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm was very wet and intense. When I covered her trembling body with a soft fleece Princess was already in deep subspace.
 
After Princess recovered we did some rope play. I used the coconut rope for an elaborate breast bondage. The harsh rope pricked and scratched her nipples and Princess loved every bit of it.
 
I ended our play evening with a harsh spanking. It skyrocketed Princess once again into subspace. She got another squirting and overwhelming orgasm as a bonus.
 
We watched others play. PDN is like a second home to us.
I cannot end this post without writing something about C.
 
Princess and I did not know C. that well. I had a few occasional chats with her. I liked her very much. Sitting at the bar. A permanent wave, very feminine. Wearing a housemaid’s robe right out of the fifties. A cigarette. Always a cigarette.
And a drink.
 
I saw her play once, touched by an Angel. An Angel that touched many kinksters that evening. Even Princess.
I wrote about that evening, and about C.
 
There is C. She sits at the bar wearing a 19th century pinafore above her clothes.
 
Once she told me she goes to the hairdresser before coming to the club. That’s why she always looks so well-groomed.
 
Rarely I see her in the Dungeon. I like C., we have talked already and when we are at PDN I always say hi and kiss her on the cheek.
 
We saw C. in the Dungeon and she was playing with Angel. Angel had sensed what made C. tick. It was lovely to watch. It was about punishment and she had C. kneeled on small, low wooden prayer stool.
 
Before we left I told C. I liked what I had witnessed. She smiled, her eyes still shining. It was something she had been waiting for so long. It had pleasured her so much to be able to play even it was a short scene. In fact, she talks with everybody but I don’t think her needs are met. Now she had something to take home with her.
I said bye, gave her 3 kisses.
 
Recently I found out C. was so happy with her new identity card. She was finally and officially a woman. She never got all the operations though. There were some health issues.
 
Past Friday at noon, during my lunch break I checked Fetlife and the PDN profile. There was this short message. For a moment time stood still and I felt tears burning behind my eyes.
C. had passed away somewhere Thursday night.
She was in her late fifties.
The big C. got her.
Yes, I cried.
 
We missed her past Saturday. But when I closed my eyes I could see her sitting there. I could feel her warmth and her love and kindness.
 
When we arrive at a certain age more and more people we know stop living. Some we say, hell, what a shame, he/she will be missed.

I know C. will be forever in my mind. No, I did not know her very well. But she made an unforgettable impression. She will always be a part of my memories.

I close my eyes and see C. sitting at the bar of PDN.
I will find C. in my mind’s eye.
C. touched me like she touched so many others. I cannot pinpoint why or how.

But she did.

Dear C., it was an honor and a pleasure to have known you.
We  will all miss you.

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