This is the first time you’ve decided to attempt this, and your partner is more than happy to oblige. You’ve known about their allergy to lavender for a while, seen how they turn into a sneezy, sniffly mess whenever around it. Your curious just how bad of a reaction you can create.
Your partner is cuffed to the bedframe, their bright eyes watching as you let the Lavender Essential Oil drip into the diffuser. As the steam begins to fill the room, you watch as their nostrils already begin to flare.
The lavender scented candles are lit, and you sit cross legged in front of them, waiting.
You watch as their nostrils continue to flare, bigger each time, their breath slowly beginning to hitch. Their eyes are becoming glassy. They try to keep some sort of control, but their chest is heaving harder with each hitching breath.
They sniffle, trying to keep the stream of snot at bay, but it soon begins to drip from their flaring, pink nostrils. They attempt to wipe it on their shoulder, but they aren’t able to reach.
The hitching is erratic, some deeper than others. You watch as they struggle, their nose becoming a deeper shade of red with each passing minute. The whole room smells of lavender, a soothing smell to you but absolute torture for them.
Finally, they let out a single sneeze, spraying down the front of their shirt. They sniffle thickly, their breath already hitching again.
You move on to the second stage. You pluck a sprig of lavender from the plant you purchased earlier. The flowers are bloomed and fragrant. Your partner’s eyes widen at the sight of it, their lids red rimmed and watery.
You scoot closer, gently using the sprig to trace their irritated nostrils. The response is immediate, a deep hitching before a fit of sneezes erupt. You count them off; one, two, three… more hitching before a fourth one. Snot is now dripping freely down their nose, allergic tears falling from their eyes.
You bring the flower closer again.
“N-No… p-p-please…” Their voice cracks, the breath hitching again. “I- I h-have to… heh—”
The rapid hitching interrupts them. You haven’t even touched the sprig to their nose yet, just letting it linger a few inches away. You watch at the hitching gets faster when you bring it closer, and fades when you pull it away.
You both promised you keep going, no matter how much they beg you to stop. So you continue.
“Hehh…heh!… p-please… heh! Just -let me… heh, heh! S-sneeze…”
You continue to torture them, bringing the sprig closer, then pulling it away.
Their face is a mess now, tears and snot mixing together.
Finally, you bring the flowers to their nose. You slowly inch the spring into their nostril, watching as they flare even wider than before. Their head snaps forward and you quickly remove the sprig and watch.
The sneezes are so powerful, their head is bobbing with each one. The spray soaks through their shirt, but they’re not finished. Even with six, seven, eight sneezes… they continue.
You watch with fascination, and when they finally lift their head to sniffle, you shove the flowers right back in their face.
Still in the post-fit faze, they try to bring in an inhale only to breathe in much more of the pollen than they anticipated.
Their eyes go wide as they are thrown into another fit. You inch closer, letting the spray hit your bare legs. A long string of snot hangs from their nose. The fit ends after seven powerful, snotty sneezes, and they lift their head. You have never seen such a mess on their face, their nose a bright, blazing, irritated red.
Again, you lift the sprig.
“P-p-please… n-not agai… heh! heh!”
You ignore them, beginning to trace the nostril again.
