Another point of view

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I met my sub under quite unusual circumstances, I’d been following her exploits for some time via this blog and also through a mutual acquaintance, Hannah. Lois and Hannah knew each other as subs a long time ago but drifted apart after Lois parted ways with her then partner. I met Hannah during that time when she was just starting to switch and have been friends with her through her transformation into a Domme.

My interest in Lois was always fairly detached, I enjoyed reading about her exploits but nothing really more than that and then she sort of dropped off my radar when she broke up with her previous Domme (Kayleigh) and stopped writing as much.

I think at some point during that time she reconnected with Hannah and played with her a bit which in turn brought her back to my attention through my conversations with Hannah.

My opinion of Lois at that time in her life is that she was, without wanting to be cruel, broken. She was running around looking for something to fill the void she was left with when she split with Kayleigh without ever dealing with the hurt she felt from it. She’d either play with anyone who offered her a distraction from her own thoughts, irrelevent of whether she got anything from it or she would bury herself in work to the point that it made her ill. I saw an amazing woman, an amazing masochist going completely to waste and in dire need of control and direction.

That might all seem harsh but if you ask her she will agree, she calls it “spiraling”. She sought crazier and more extreme play as a way to keep “happiness” in her life when she couldn’t find it where she really wanted to. People like Lois, submissive and masochistic people, put a huge amount of trust in another person when they submit to them, they literally give their body to them and usually their heart and soul as well. The break up with Kayleigh was devastating for Lois in a way that I don’t think most people can really understand.

I have spoken with Kayleigh since taking Lois and in her defence, she was young and naive, she didn’t know what she had, she was overwhelmed trying to give Lois what she wanted and to grow herself as a person and she basically ran away. She didn’t realise the profound effect it would have on Lois over the following years. I’m not defending her actions but her own struggles do deserve some consideration.

Anyway, I’ve got completely off track, I am not such an acomplished writer as my sub is.

Through talking to Hannah and following Lois’ blog I began to become more fascinated with Lois and ideas began to form in my head about how I would guide her and train her. How I could harness her masochism and submissiveness to my own will and I have to admit I had a fair few interesting dreams about her.

Eventually I spoke with Hannah about my interest in Lois, it had got to a point that I wanted to play with her. We hatched a plan.

I like to mess with a subs head, it’s not just about the physical for me, I like to ilicit the most extreme emotions in them when I play with them. Lois wrote about the time I made her think I was going to nail her hands to a board. I barely touched her through that whole scene but when I held her afterwards she was shaking uncontrollably, she was in floods of tears and clinging to me like a child. She confessed afterwards she’d experienced a tsunami of emotions at the moment that I’d pulled her into my arms. I loved creating that huge physical and mental reaction in her, and, she asks to borrow my shoes now!

The meeting was carefully orchastrated, I knew of Lois’ plans to have a self torture session in her shed just like everyone else as she had posted all about it on her blog. What Lois likes about self bondage, the way she does it, is the inescapability of it. She has invested a lot of thought in crafting scenarios that are inevitable and I think that is very brave, and possibly foolish! Anyway, I knew she would be locked in a place that I could get to, she would be horny, vunerable and her senses would be hightened.

I sat in my car and watched Lois arrive home from work, looking every bit the normal business woman. When she went inside I moved up to park across from her house where I could see down the side and, vaguely, see her shed. I was wearing all black tight fitting clothes, I’m sure I looked like a burgler or something, it’s fortunate she has no nosey neighbours! I watched as she went to the shed and then returned to the house, then took forever before returning to the shed in a dressing gown.

I left my car and slipped down the side of her house and, as quietly as possible, through the gate and waited in the shadows being careful to position myself so that I wouldn’t be seen if she came back out of the shed. In doing so I was conscious that I was visible from the road, sneaking around is harder work than it looks.

I needed to give her plenty of time get settled into her self bondage scene, it was important for my own plan that she was incapacitated and most importantly blindfolded, before I made my move so once I was sure she was definitely starting I returned to my car and left her to it.

I drove home and spent a couple of hours texting Hannah, I was nervous about how she would react but anxious to get on with it, Hannah suggested leaving it a few hours. Patience is a virtue I usually have in spades and I found it interesting that in this case I was so impatient to get this done.

I arrived back outside her house in the early hours of the morning and parked directly outside her house. There was every chance I’d get caught doing this and had my plan B all ready, basically come clean immediately. I repeated my steps down the side and then with my heart pumping fast and butterflies in my chest, I pulled open the door and stepped inside.

Lois was kneeling in front of me, completely naked and spread wide. Her head was pulled back by the bondage she had put herself in and she had drool dripping from around the gag in her mouth. There were weighted clamps hanging from her nipples and pussy lips and a large ring from her clit. It took me a few seconds to work out what she’d done but then I realised the rope that was holding her head back was also a weighted crotch rope. Her pussy looked red and swollen, and wet, she was quite the sight to behond and it took considerable self restraint not to get involved in this wonderful scene, she looked gorgeous.

She was trying to say something, presumably asking who was there but I couldn’t understand through her gag. I could see her breathing was getting faster, she was freaking out, I smiled. After admiring her handiwork and her body though I stuck to my plan, I bent down close to her holding my breath and then kissed her on the cheek just below her eye leaving a red lipstick mark there so that she’d know that I was female.

She jumped a mile when I kissed her and almost headbutted me, I watched her moaning into her gag, the jerky movement had yanked on her crotch rope and the bricks hanging from it were swinging back and forth, I took pity on her a little and steadied them, then I bent down and took out my lipstick.

I expected this to be difficult, that she wouldn’t stay still while I drew on her chest but after the initial touch of the lipstick she cooperated while I wrote my phone number there. I didn’t know if she was scared or just being submissive but I appreciated her making that easier for me.

When I was done she quite calmly said “who is it” and managed to make it understandable despite the gag, she sounded almost pleading when she said it and it made me smile. I blew her a kiss and left the shed.

I waited outside the shed for at least ten minues, standing silently, to make sure she didn’t freak out so much that she hurt herself trying to get out of her bondage, then I left. I was very excited to have initiated things with her, excited thinking about her still in that shed and in bondage, forced to stay there and think about what had just happened. I imagined her fantasing about who it could be, her pussy dripping with the excitement, the humiliation and the shame of it.

It was a terrible idea.

In hindsight, knowing Lois more intimately and knowing the state of her mind at the time this was a huge mistake and overstep. What I’d intended as a fun and exciting introduction brought back a lot of fears and insecurities she has that I was not aware of at the time.

As planned I didn’t answer her calls straight away, my intention was to keep her guessing for a little longer, maybe call her back when I knew she couldn’t answer and then go silent again when she called back. I wanted her to be desperate and excited to find out who it was.

You should never question Lois’ intelligence or resourcefulness, it only took her a couple of days before she had my name and was yelling at Hannah, and I mean yelling. This was not any meek submissive girl from what I’ve been told, she was furious with Hannah and I felt terrible for damaging their friendship, Hannah was really upset too. She called me and I immediately called Lois.

I won’t go into the detail of that conversation but it started off quite unpleasant but ended in a much more friendly fashion.

A week or so later we went for a meal, Hannah and her sub, myself and Lois. I admit I was quite nervous about meeting her properly, after what had gone on we were hardly on the Domme/sub sort of footing I was hoping we would be so I had no idea how it would go. I was still fairly certain I’d blown any chance with her before we’d even met.

She was dressed a lot more casually than I was, I’d gone for boots and a dress which I think makes me look good and had worn the deep red lipstick that I had drawn on her with, she was in jeans! I don’t have a thing like most male Doms do where subs always have to wear dresses and skirts but this just told me she wasn’t seeing me as potential for dating.

Hannah very craftily motioned Lois into the booth next to her sub and then got in herself so that I would be facing Lois. As soon as we sat down Hannah upped the sexual tension by giving some orders to her sub, basically making her sit and masturbate while the rest of us talked.

I smiled watching the girl squirm and noticed Lois squirming a little herself and it gave me an idea. We all chatted quite civilly for a while, nothing overtly sexual but I was getting a good vibe from Lois and was certainly relaxing so when the food came and Hannah let her sub stop masturbating I suggested that Lois clean her fingers for her.

It was a bit of a risky move, after the drama with our meeting I thought it could go either way but I didn’t see the point in messing around. If she stormed off at least I’d know where we stood and could move on. The girls fingers were coated in her cum and Lois made out like she was going to lick them clean but then wiped them with a napkin at the last moment, I couldn’t help it, a laugh burst out of me.

I’m not sure why I found it so funny, part of me was definitely offended by her lack of respect and her defiance but part of me couldn’t help but be amused. This is because although the act itself was defiant it was plainly obvious that she was trying to make a point and that this was absolutely not her natural instinct or behaviour. I didn’t appreciate Hannah’s sub smirking though and gave her a sterm look, Hannah caned her for it later while I watched.

Hannah gave us a little time on our own later and I was definitely feeling mutual attraction from Lois, she was very attentive when I was speaking and very engaged in the conversation. She has since confessed she was trying to be very “unsubmissive” but I have to say she failed miserably, even if I hadn’t known I would have identified her as a submissive easily.

The night was drawing to a close and I was certain I wanted to spend more time with Lois so I asked and happily she agreed. I felt it was important to understand what I was asking for though so I took her glass of wine and, while she watched, let some saliva run from my mouth into it. A little uncouth I admit but I was improvising with little to work with, as the other two returned I quite serious told her not to disobery me again.

Despite that she didn’t touch her wine and ten minutes later we were getting up to leave. I needed some confirmation that this was going to go the way I wanted so I told Lois to finish her wine, which still had my bubbly spit floating on its surface. This was it for me, if she didn’t drink it I would walk away but she drank it all and the little blushing smile she gave me spoke a thousand words.

Lois was picked up by her sister and the three of us went back to Hannah’s home. After she was caned the sub was sent to bed and Hannah and I spent half the night talking about various things but I kept bringing it back to Lois. I was very excited, more excited than I had been about the scene in a long time. I saw huge potential in her as a sub and knew it would work well with us, we could both give each other what we needed and beyond that I could tell she was an amazing, intelligent, funny person that I could see myself spending a lot of happy time with. I was very excited about our next date.

I’ve been thinking about doing this for a while, giving my side of those turbulent events at the start. I’m no writer, I don’t have Lois’ skills in that area but hopefully it will come across well enough for her fans to enjoy it at least a little. If you did, let me know in the comments and I will maybe try and write my side of some of her other activities at some point.

Fiona

 

Airport

Airport

The other night I had a wonderful last evening with Mistress, we both got home reasonably early from work and I cooked a meal for us both and we talked and drank wine, she let me eat her pussy for dessert and then we moved things to the bedroom.

She got up early with me the next day and drove me to the airport as I was heading back to the States for a couple more weeks to finish up the project I have been working on there. It has been quite hard being away from her for such a long time, we speak every day and have done a fair bit of “sexting” and phone sex but as I’m sure you can imagine, it really isn’t the same!

VibePlugTo help with this I was heading back with two new items in my suitcase, a small vibrator and a vibrating anal plug. Both of these connect to your phone via Bluetooth and can then be controlled by another person from anywhere in the world. You have to love the internet!

Mistress had given me these items in a decorative locking box and had given strict orders for their use. I am to keep the box by the front door of the apartment I am staying in whilst in New York. The first thing I have to do whenever I enter the apartment is to insert both items and the last thing I do before leaving the apartment is remove them and (after washing them) place them back into the box and lock it. That’s a long winded way of saying that whenever I am in the apartment both of my holes will be filled and controlled by Mistress.

Part of Her control over me includes the fact that she has access to my location whenever she wants via the Find my Friends app on our iPhones and, just like at home, she has set up geofences around the apartment and the office that I am working from and she gets notifications on her phone whenever I arrive at or leave those places and consequently she knows when I am plugged.

For those of you that have worn these sorts of toys for long periods you will know that it can become quite uncomfortable and take some time to get used to, I did not sleep well last night despite Mistress putting me to bed with half an hour of intense sensations in both holes and several excellent orgasms! This is probably as much to do with flitting between time zones as having my holes plugged though, which is why I am writing this at 5am.

Despite the fact that I wasn’t entirely eager to be heading back to the States so soon I do really like being at the airport, especially when work is paying for business class and I get to skip queues and use executive lounges! I like looking around the duty free shops and people watching whilst enjoying some breakfast.

I’d done all that and was sitting at the gate when I got a text from Mistress that made my heart beat a little faster! She was telling me to go to the disabled bathroom located next to a gate a few down from mine. It was only fifteen minutes until I was due to board the plane but I picked up my bag and headed to where I’d been told.

I text Mistress back and said “On my way Miss” and she immediately responded saying “Don’t speak to them, just let them do what they want” and well, I was getting quite wet after that! There were other people nearby the door to the disabled toilet so I went up to it and knocked gently, as if I was checking if it was empty, I heard the lock click and I opened the door and slipped inside.

There was a guy in there, I sort of recognised him but I don’t know where from and I know Mistress won’t tell me who it was so there is no point in asking. Anyway he had his jeans undone and his sizeable cock was out and already hard. He grabbed the hair on the back of my head and turned me to face the toilet before bending me over so that my hands rested on the closed toilet seat and my ass was stuck out, I just went with it.

I was wearing a black pencil skirt with stockings underneath held up by a garter belt which was part of the Heidi Klum lingerie set I was wearing that day. He pulled my skirt over my ass exposing the intimate parts of my body within thirty seconds of meeting me and within a minute he had pulled the crotch of my underwear aside and was buried balls deep in my hot wet pussy.

He dug his fingers into my hips as he fucked me for the next three or four minutes and then I felt him tense. I instinctively tensed my pussy muscles around him as he drained his balls into me, I was a long way from my own orgasm still.

He stayed inside me, leaning on my back for a minute and then pulled out but kept his hand on the small of my back, indicating I should stay where I was. I heard him fiddling with his jeans and then he said “thanks” and slipped out of the room. I quickly locked the door behind him and stood up, straightening my underwear to catch anything that might be escaping and checked my appearance in the mirror.

I had a little more colour than I had previously but otherwise didn’t look like I’d just been used as a fleshlight, I straightened my clothes and left the bathroom. Ten minutes later I was in my seat on the plane texting Mistress to tell her that my knickers were soggy with another strangers cum.

I wandered if he’d be on the same flight but I didn’t see him and I in all likelihood I never will again. I have to admit it is a weird feeling when I think about the fact that we’ll only ever have spent less than ten minutes in each others company but we have had sex, something that “normal” people can spend weeks together building up to.

Anyway, I’m off to get a breakfast bagel, when in New York…

Travel

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As those of you who follow me on Tumblr will know the reason I am not currently posting is because I have been away in New York for the last three weeks for work, I’m currently home for a few days but am then heading back to the States for another week or two. It sounds glamorous but it really isn’t, it is extremely busy and quite lonely at times.

Whilst away I have had no “fun” that you would be interested in, we had some ideas of things we could do long distance but I’ve been so busy (working twelve hour days, six days a week) that there hasn’t really been any time for it and when I’m not working I’m so tired that Mistress just allows me to rest.

We talk often and we have maintained some of my rules, for instance I dress the same as when at home and wear my day collar out of the apartment I’m staying in and my indoors collar when I’m back there. Mistress has also bought an internet controlled vibrator for me to take back with me when I return to New York in a few days so that should be fun.

She has also told me that she is close to setting up one or two New York based customers for her “blow job service”, so that could be interesting if I can find the time to provide the service to them. I have no idea how she has made these contacts in the US or what kind of people they will be but that is true of the local “customers” as well. It is really quite humiliating when I consider that a recurring part of my life now involves allowing, in fact making complete strangers cum in my mouth and swallowing what they “offer” me. Prior to the last few weeks whilst I have been away there wasn’t a week that passed when I didn’t swallow a strangers cum!

In other news, which may interest some of you, Mistress has begun entertaining offers to assist in my training and use. I have passed several details to her from people on CollarSpace who have asked to use me for her to consider. She really enjoys sharing me with other people and has significantly increased the total number of sexual partners I have had whilst I have been with her.

Basically my standing orders regarding this are, if someone asks to use me I should take their age, location, email address and some detail of what they want to do with me and pass it to Mistress. If she finds their suggestion interesting she will get in contact with them and possibly arrange something. It is a combination of exciting, humiliating and terrifying for me as she decides unilaterally who I will engage in sexual activities with and what those activities will be.

Sorry this is short and sweet, I do hope to write a bit more soon but it all depends on how much time I have over the next few days and weeks.

FFS

If you follow my Tumblr you might be aware that I had to go on a six hour round trip yesterday just to notarise a document. Anyway, thanks for those that chatted with me and kept me entertained on the journey.

The journey required me to travel into London and then get a different train to my destination and then do the reverse to come home and as I got off the train at Euston I dropped my phone and it bounced off the back of the girl in front of me and went down the gap between the train and the platform!

I was thinking “omg, what the do I do?”. Anyway I spoke to a guard and he said they couldn’t get it immediately, they’d have to wait for someone to be able to go onto the tracks and get it later, probably overnight. So reluctantly I gave them my details and went and got my other train home sans phone. I had to give them my email address because I literally don’t know anybodies phone number anymore, not even Mistresses.

I got an email this morning and they have the phone, the screen is smashed of course, the edge is all damaged and it doesn’t turn on (although the battery was almost dead so it probably just needs charging). My poor phone! So now I have to go all the way back to London to get it and then take it to an Apple store to get it fixed, and I can’t get an appointment there for days, it’s a complete nightmare! Mistress says she won’t let me have nice things if I don’t look after them!

So anyway, not an interesting post probably but venting helps!

Oh, and the guard also said that I shouldn’t really have been texting whilst carrying two bags, a coat and getting off a train anyway. Yeah thanks for that!

Thoughts for the day

I went to bed last night quite happy despite having posted a fully naked picture of myself online and having only eaten porridge and drank water for every meal that day. Posting a picture of myself was a huge deal for me as anyone who reads my blog will know but it got a generally good response which buoyed my feelings on it.

I won’t up in a less good mood, I drink a lot of caffeine, possibly too much, and after drinking only water all day yesterday I was hit with the caffeine withdrawal this morning and had a bad headache. I dutifully had my horribly bland and mushy porridge and started working and then my day got even worse.

My heart absolutely sank when I saw the messages accusing me of posting a fake picture. I’ve spent years writing on this blog and posting on Tumblr and have built up, I think, some good credibility that I am who I say I am and do the things I say I do, all without posting pictures of myself. So when I finally do and that is what causes people to question my legitimacy it really hurt me feelings, I was really quite upset.

Having calmed down a bit about it I can see what people mean about the picture, there is a part of my shoulder missing and there is fuzziness around my head where the photos were edited out by Mistresses friend. It didn’t show up so much on my phone but when I looked at it blown up on a computer it was more noticeable, if I’d known I wouldn’t have posted it.

I hope Mistresses post from earlier today alleviates any fears that I’ve been deceiving you for all these years, because I would be devastated if this caused people to stop believing in me, I really would.

In other news, I HATE porridge! I only get to make it with porridge oats and hot water, nothing else and its disgustingly bland and ugh, I hate you all for putting me through this!

Q&A

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I have a small amount of free time on Friday afternoon and had an impromptu Q&A session on Tumblr so I thought I’d post my answers here for those who aren’t on Tumblr. I’ve also fleshed some of the answers out a bit and corrected some typos! Hope you enjoy x

What’s your favourite way to be fucked?

From behind whilst bent over something, it fulfils my submissiveness and allows the person to push deeper than other positions.

What piercings do you have? What extra piercings would you like?

Currently I just have my nipples and ears pierced. I’ve previously had rings in my clit and several in my labia but those holes have been left to heel up for now.

What are your opinions on tattoos? Specifically those along the lines of ‘slave’, ‘owned by mistress ****’ or ‘fucktoy’ permanently on your body.

I really like them in principle, as well as “ownership tattoos”. They are a very real reminder of who you are. I previously had a tattoo feature my then Mistresses name but ended up spending a lot of money to get it removed after we broke up so I’d be very careful about permanent marks relating to another person in future.

That’s not to say I wouldn’t consider it again.

Have you spoken about bdsm with your sister again since she saw the spacing marks on your ass?

Yes I have spoken more openly with her about it then I’ve ever spoken to any vanilla person, although I’ve kept specific details of my activities very limited.

She did a lot of research into BDSM when she found out and has also spoken to my Mistress about it without me being present.

She understands that I enjoy it even if she doesn’t and can’t understand why I like what I like. Although to be honest I don’t know that either!

Would you consider being a fulltime slave you your mistress similar to greyh0und ?

Not at the moment. I like the idea of it but I would have to give up too much of what makes me me to do it. Maybe some day but I’m not ready for that yet. Plus it would be a huge reduction in our collective income.

Favourite erotica?

Without wanting to sound too arrogant my favourite BDSM fiction are the stories I have written myself. The reason I started writing those in the first place was because I couldn’t find anything that fully catered to my tastes.

Would you rather have a mans dick or a woman with a strap on fuck you? For your answer you do not know either and they are the same size.

Ok the simple straight answer to your question is “a mans dick”.

The reason is purely that you said I didn’t know the person fucking me and I find it more humiliating to be fucked by a man. And the reason for that is due to the fetish I have for being made to take other people’s bodily fluids into my body. I find that deeply submissive and humiliating and that is a huge turn on for me.

If you changed the scenario and I did know the people then, depending on the people, my answer would likely change. I rarely find an emotional connection with men whereas I can quite easily form at least a small connection with another woman and having an emotional connection always makes sex better in my opinion because it takes it beyond the physical.

Ever been used at a gloryhole?

No, although I think that would be really humiliating and fun. I think an extension on the glory hole idea would be good whereby the girls head is strapped to the wall, her mouth at the hole ready to be used. That way the control is taken away from the girl and I like that.

I have been used at a dogging spot by multiple strangers, not the same but similar.

What mark of ownership do you currently wear for your mistress?

I wear a collar at all times. When at home it is a solid steel ring and when out it is one of two fairly substantial necklaces. All three lock in place and can only be removed or changed by my Mistress.

Do you like the idea of being mounted in place then? Unable to escape while anyone present or passing by could use you?

Yes I like that idea a lot.

Biggest object you have had inside you?

Probably my locking anal plug, although that’s only large when it’s opened up not when it is being inserted. Either that or an inflatable dildo that I used to have which was pretty huge.

If you’re looking for dimensions I have no idea sorry.

What’s your number? Just kidding but you did say you’d answer anything honestly and immediately gotta remember to put a couple caveats in when dealing with the public 😉

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Do you think you would ever get so submissive to Fiona that you would give up what little hard limits you have, like cutting your hair? Or are you already at that point in your relationship?

I don’t really have limits (other than common sense stuff) with Mistress now and she gains more control over me all the time. I don’t know how I would react if she decided to cut my hair, I think I would let it happen but at the same time I think it would be a betrayal of my trust in her. I don’t think she would do that.

What’s your take on marriage and having kids?

Same sex marriage is legal here and if things go the way I hope that’s what I want with Mistress (kind of hope she doesn’t read this!).

Kids, I don’t know, maybe some day but not at the moment.

Most humiliating thing you have done?

Too vague! Probably sexual activity with a non-human.

This one is not exactly an AMA question, but since I lost hope to ever see a post about it I’ll ask anyway: how was spending 24 h immobilized as a bondage doll at the party?

It was extremely painful, humiliating and horrific and everything I wanted it to be.

If nobody you know/work with ever found out, would you play in a porn movie? If so, what sort of porn?

Yes, probably Torture Galaxy. I’ve actually spoken with the guy who makes that and seriously considered going over there for a scene at one point.

What are your most and least favourite parts of your body?

I hate my boobs, they are too small. I’ve been self conscious of them my whole life.

I like my pussy because it’s very neat and tidy and, I’m told, right. I also love my hair.

Would you like Fiona set you up for a gang bang but everyone has to wear a condom. At the end in front of all the men who used you would have to suck their cum from them?

Yes I’d probably enjoy that.

Have you completed any more of the fantasies on the list?

No I don’t honk so but I would like to do more of them.

Do you think there may be more body modifications in your future?

100% yes I do. I don’t know what but I know Mistress wants to do more.

Are you allowed to orgasm whenever you feel like it or do you have to ask for permission?

It depends, sometime some, sometimes the other. Either way I orgasm a lot less now than when I was single but it is definitely quality over quantity.

How are things proceeding with the electrocution thing?

Wheels are in motions. Deviously Sadistic wheels.

What kink does your Mistress have planned for you this weekend?

She doesn’t generally tell me in advance. A friend, Miss Hannah, and her sub are coming for dinner tomorrow night though.

On Sunday I’ll see my sister and mother, it’s Father’s Day in the UK and since my dad isn’t with us anymore we usually spend it together.

Are you all healed up at the moment. From your blog I always imagine you with some marks from recent play.

Currently I have two welts from the cane on each inner thigh which are three days old but that’s it. Fairly blemish free really!

Cluster headaches

Cluster headaches are excruciating attacks of pain in one side of the head, often felt around the eye.
Cluster headaches are rare. Anyone can get them, but they’re more common in men and tend to start when a person is in their 30s or 40s.

Let me tell you, they aren’t fun! It’s definitely not the type of pain this masochist enjoys.