So I think I might have mentioned my best friend started reading the blog recently after I accidentally told her about it (and discovered she’d actually seen one of my videos on Clips 4 Sale and not recognised me without my clothes on.)
I was a little concerned how she’d react to, you know, seeing me with an aubergine in my cunt and I wasn’t sure how my Master would react to someone who knew me personally seeing his tastes described.
I don’t know if it’s a top thing but both of them were incredibly laid back and positive about it. In fact my best friend was so positive she wrote me a guest post for the blog. Being self deprecating I wasn’t going to publish it because it says nice things about me.
But I love her writing and it deserves an appreciative audience. Plus it was eye opening for me to be reminded of the other changes (apart from my cunt and waist) I’ve made since I started being trained by my Master. I’d forgotten just emotionally feral I was before he took me on so it does me good to see that change above all else…
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes… a love letter
I apologise. I’m not Candi. Not even close. I am however, the person lucky enough to be her best friend (this has been confirmed in writing).
I met Candi eight years ago. We argue about the details, but this is what I remember. I was in an unfriendly, drab room, filled with people. I felt out of place and so, so lonely.
The door banged and I looked up. There she was. So unapologetic in every way, from her laugh to her boots, her animal prints to her eyeliner.
And I thought, hello.
I can only describe it as falling in love. Her. There she is. She needs to be my friend.
Now I am charming as fuck, but Candi was hard work. So friendly and so funny but never letting me get close. Never let me under her bra either, but that was back when she was still insisting how straight she was.
Candi fascinated me from the first moment I saw her, and still does. I considered her my best friend after five years. She kept me in the top three but in the last two years finally moved me to Official Best Friend status. I play the long game.
Over the last few years I’ve seen Candi evolve. I like to take some credit for previous years but even I have to admit, being with her Master and Princess has changed her entirely for the better.
(A note on Princess. Christ alive. She really is as gorgeous as she looks online but let me tell you, pictures can’t cover how pretty and complicated and smart and funny she is. I adore her, anyone would.)
The most obvious change is physical. Her shape is different. She moves as if she is just about to get fucked. Her clothes show off her shape more and, how exactly did I not notice how bitable her tits were? Her love for the waist trainer was weird until I realised it matched my love for my breast binder. Both items make us into who we really are (and both need careful handwashing).
The piercings worried me at first. But seeing her joy as they healed so prettily, well, how could I object?
In fact, one night I actually viewed a clip of Candi without realising it was the woman who has been part of my life for eight years. And because it’s us, we howled with laughter when I realised and told her later. No shame. Never any shame.
What she can do with her body amazes me. I will say now, on record, I am so proud of her cunt. Yes, I tease her mercilessly and don’t eat anything in her fridge without checking where it’s been. But she is like an Olympian to me. She has worked and struggles and trained so hard – now she can do things most of the population couldn’t even imagine.
But it isn’t just physical, of course. I hesitate to use the word change because what I’ve had the honour of witnessing is Candi becoming who she is. She is in love. She is loved. And it shines out of her.
(Another Princess side note. The first time I met Princess I peeked in the living room and saw Candi and Princess holding hands, kissing and giggling like school girls. I had to walk away again because I thought I would cry. I never thought Candi would allow herself to be that vulnerable. That loved. That happy. Also I was hoping they’d get naked)
Candi has always been sharp and funny and filthy as fuck but now she isn’t so afraid to open up. To let people need her. Because I need her, the real her, not the shiny glossy version, but the Candi Master and Princess uncovered and dragged out into the light. But don’t think for one minute she takes any shit. True story, we met at a volunteer training day and we were the only two volunteers who had to repeat the “healthy boundaries” class twice because we didn’t get what boundaries were.
She’s gone from that woman to a force of nature who advocates for herself and others, whether that’s by cutting people out of her life who made her unhappy or simply speaking her truth.
I love all the Candis I’ve known. But this Candi is a better friend to me now because she is present and honest and unashamed. We can talk about anything without judgement because I’ve seen her heart and she has seen mine. I’ve seen who she really is and she is glorious.