Sinus Science

[fluffystuff]

Started writing this before I read panic!attheeverywhere's allergy app story but I can't deny the similarities, it's heavily inspired by them as well! I have much more of this one planned ahead than my last story, and I'm definitely keeping it pg 13. This chapter is as raunchy as it gets. 2nd person bordering on YNH this time because don't we all want a beautiful mad scientist wife to make us sneeze?

 

No?

 

Just me?

 

Also featuring some Dom/sub, minor embarrassment, office jobs again because they're easy settings to write, and a variety of inducing methods. If you see a version somewhere else that's changed to be furry instead of human that's me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

You were asleep, at least mostly, till you felt your wife, Ellie, gently thumbing one of your wrists. Sleepily, you go to teasingly grab a handful of her butt, before realizing she had already managed to tie your other limbs to the bedpost with the Good Leather straps.

 

Oh.

 

Nice.

 

You had been talking the night before about fantasies, and she seems to have something fun planned for you. Now that you think of it, she had brought it up, so maybe she's been planning something for a while? Who knows. She does, and that's deliciously exciting.

 

You let her finish your last hand and admire her work before letting her know you're awake awake with an exaggerated yawn. Opening your eyes, she's in her lab coat, some lingerie, and not much else. Even more exciting.

 

"Morning," you say, with a sleepy smile, "Green light."

 

She smiles back, predatory. "How's my little slut doing?" She boops you on the nose before turning around and rummaging in the suitcase she had put on the dresser when she came home last night, purposely bending in a way that gives you a great view.

 

"Pretty good, mistress, just wondering what you're up to?" She pulls out a vial with something small and grey in it, and a long sort of q-tip, and a feather. 

 

She saunters over to you, laying the three items on the bed next to your head, straddling your chest as she speaks. "Today, you are going to help me with my work. Be a little experiment, if you will."

 

"Of course, mistress, anything for you."

 

"Oh, but I haven't even told you what will be put upon you yet." She holds up the vial, letting it glint in the sunrise. She smiles at you. You'll never get over that hungry look. "Yesterday at work, we completed the cell model trials on this wonderful little microchip, and I told the others I had the perfect human subject." She shakes the vial in front of your nose, booping you with it.

 

"My mistress is so smart," you say dutifully as she pauses dramatically.

 

"This chip, once inserted into your nose, will give me total control over your sinuses. Now, this is meant to be used for convenience sake. Let the allergic cat lover run their dream rescue, or the sick doctor continue to work with patients without spreading their cold, but with you, my slut, I'm going to use it to make. You. Miserable." She's nose to nose with you now, breathing heavily, but pulls back.

 

"Amber, for real you don't have anything important at work today, right? I want to stress test it as hard as I can, but like, it's going to be pretty bad even if I make it stop."

 

"Honey if you don't give that to me I'm literally going to cry."

 

"Stop thinking with your dick, I'm serious."

 

"There's a meeting but it's just like, a committee to decide on what charities to donate to for tax write-offs this year, it should be an email, I'd frankly love to ruin it."

 

"Ok, just text me if you need me to make it let up, ok?" Her eyes are soft. "Green?"

 

"Green, mistress."

 

She shakes the vial again, before picking up the feather, idly playing with it while she goes on, mad scientist character fully returning. "Starting around noon, your nose will begin to run, and soon you'll be sniffling and sneezing so much. I know how much my little slut loves to sneeze for me. I want to help you with that terrible mental block of yours, and what better way than making it feel like you have the worst, snottiest, monster of a cold a person could have?" She's twirling the feather right in front of your face now, letting some of the fronds stray around your nostrils. It's maddening, but not itchy. Yet.

 

"But I know you're a naughty slut, aren't you? So, sometimes, when I choose it, you'll feel all those big, wet sneezes you need to let out are stuck. Your nose will drip, and you'll hitch and whine, but you won't sneeze until I decide you do. And when I decide it will be a complete surprise to you."

 

"Yes, mistress. I'll be so embarrassed in front of everyone. I'll even take the subway home, so everyone can see how miserable you're making me."

 

"Oh, my slut, you're so good to me!" She pulls the feather away, fanning herself with it. "And when you get home, there's going to be a little party, so I can show everyone how well my experiment is working. And of course, any fun consequences of that." She puts the feather back in your face.

 

"Now, to get the chip to stick, I'm going to need to get you all nice and sneezy. But, after I put it in, you can't sneeze at all until I say so. The punishment is simple, this time. You won't be able to be a part of the experiment anymore, and I will be very disappointed in you. Are these terms agreeable?"

 

"Of course mistress!" You lean into the feather, taking a deep breath. The tendrils caress your nostrils, but are still too gentle to bring out much more than a little itch.

 

"You're so eager. Here, lean back, let me do all the work." As she says this, she leans over you, giving you an eyeful of her breasts. Then, she starts.

 

She moves the feather deftly into your left nostril, twirling it before you even have a chance to gasp. The first sneeze comes almost immediately, dry and harsh. "--THCU!" She keeps twirling it, giving you no break, and the next two quickly become wetter, spraying slightly.

 

"AaaTICH! HitChi!"

 

 She pulls the feather out, admiring the clear strand of snot stuck to it before switching nostrils, working just as quickly.

 

"aaaTCHU! hitkew! H–hitCHU!"

 

Your nose is burning, as she pulls away again, discarding the used feather. Your spray glistens on her chest and neck. She pops the cork off the vial as you sniffle, picking up the chip with the q-tip. Slowly, she shifts her hips down, moving her free hand down up underneath your head. She grabs your hair roughly to pull your head back, inserting the q tip.

 

You don't dare to breath as she wanders your irritated nostrils, but even then you can feel the itch building. She's not even having the kindness to be fast as she presses and rubs it against the ticklish spot, twirling it as she pulls it back you. Your breath hitches.

 

"Mis-hii-mistress, i–"

 

"Don't you dare," she says sternly.

 

"ah- ple-ease!" You sniffle, but it just makes the itch worse, and there's a bit of a burning sensation where you think she placed the chip.

 

"I'm sorry, baby, but if you can't hold back one little sneeze for me, you don't deserve this." Even with all the irritated tears in your eyes, you can see how disappointed she looks in you. You strain against the leather, sniffling and hitching.

 

 You need to sneeze. 

 

You desperately try to rub your nose on your shoulder, to no avail. You can't even speak for how badly you're hitching. Just when you think you can't hold back anymore–

 

"Go ahead," Ellie says, flatly. And the sneeze is gone, talking with it none of the congestion it brought with it.

 

"I'm sorry mbisstress, I don't habe to anymbore." Your disappointment is tangible.

 

She huffs, and grabs you a tissue. "Blow," she orders. She's staring blankly at you. "It's ok, I'm only a little bit disappointed. You'll be able to make me so happy later, and that'll be both our reward." She stands, and steps around you to jump lightly from the bed to the floor, walking away. "But, I am going to leave you there while I go get ready for work."

 

"Of course mistress."

 

As you lay on the bed looking at the ceiling, you can't help but be excited for what's to come.

 

[anna]

Holy shiiiiiiiiiit this is so hot

[prismaticpollen]

This is amazing so far! Can’t wait for updates!

[MiraKarat]

That's too hot!! Please more🥺

[Jettous]

Amazing. Can’t wait for more. 

[fluffystuff]

The trip to work is uneventful, and so is most of your work day, until 11:30 on the dot. You're eating lunch with some of your friends when you feel your nose start running. For a couple minutes, sniffling is all it takes, but as your congestion slowly gets worse you find yourself needing to blow your nose into one of the scratchy cafeteria napkins.

 

"Are you ok?" Paul asks, after you discard the third napkin.

 

"Yeah, I'mb snrk fine," you say, sniffling as you sit back down.

 

"You sure? Your eyes got like, super glassy all of the sudden," Amy notes through a mouthful of sandwich.

 

"Must be allergies," you say, taking another bite of your sandwich.

 

"There's like, no pollen count today though. I would know," Andre's looking at you strangely. You know he's probably one of the people invited to the "party" tonight, if it's what you're thinking it is. He's partaken in the fruit, so to speak.

 

"snrf! I umb, think Mary's wearing a new perfume." The conversation moves on, with the others politely ignoring your incessant sniffling. You're not really paying attention to them, very distracted but the slowly increasing itch in your nose.

 

It's small really, when you're not focusing on it, but your sniffling actually seems to be making it worse. It's almost buzzy, and would probably be unpleasant if you weren't better trained by your mistress. You'll fight the urge to hitch for a little while longer, you think, if only to prove how good you are at this to yourself.

 

You're brought out of your horny thoughts by Andre's hand on your forehead. "No, no fever," he says, face close to yours.

 

"I tolb you, it's allerg-HI! Allergies" oh, you can't hold back actually. His hand is still on your forehead, and it's so, so tempting to not turn. He's daring you to with his eyes, but you pull away, stifling wetly into your elbow- "HIptch!"

 

Another napkin is in your hand before you can even start blindly grasping for one. You blow your nose and wipe your shirt off while Andre sits back, practically eating you with his eyeballs.

 

"That did not sound like 'allerbees'" Paul comments, packing his container back into his back. Amy is digging in her purse.

 

She holds out a mask for you. "Last time you had a cold you gave it to practically everyone, try not to share this time."

 

"I'm-" it sneaks up on you this time, and you barely cover, "hATCHIEW! I'mb not sick. snf!"

 

She raises an eyebrow. "Well at very least it should help with your allergies. You accept that with no argument. Besides, maybe it could be fun? With how snotty you already are, your choice is going to be between pulling it down to use a tissue or ruining it entirely.

 

You all head back up towards your floors together, your sniffling in the elevator more noticeable now. They're talking about some minor local news again, but the itch in your nose is now so constant you really are just focusing on holding back till you get to your cubicle. 

 

It doesn't feel like you'll be successful. The paper rubbing against your already sensitive nostrils and your ticklish breath make the trickle of muscles on your upper lip even more noticeable. Slow, focused breathing turns erratic as your nostrils flare. It's torture. It's delicious.

 

Your breath hitches, once, twice, catching in your throat. It doesn't hurt at all, which is particularly wonderful, as normally even your mildest allergies can leave you a little scratchy. You swallow, and sniffle, and it sends you over the edge.

 

"ah- hi! hHITCHIEW! haptchu! itchsiew!" The fit shows no sign of stopping, and you brace yourself against the wall as you continue, the wetness in your mask growing.

 

It leaves your breathless and teary eyed, and when you -"snrrrf!-" manage to catch your breath you find Paul the only one left in the elevator, holding the door open for you. He slaps you on the back as you walk out with a "tabnk you."

 

"No mention, bud. Hope your meds kick in for the meeting." He laughs a little, and you go your separate ways. The meeting wasn't for another hour. Ellie surely was being easy on you right now.

[anna]

Aaaaaah loving this so much!!!!!!

[Jettous]

This just keeps getting better and better. 

[ERWcst]

Can’t wait for more!!

[Kiwifruit]

Oooh this is nice. I love the discussion with his co-worker about whether he's sick or not, and the one offering a mask with a reprimand for getting everyone sick in the past conjures some delicious images...

[JustASneeze]

Loving this 

[brownsasha11]

It’s getting hot. I can just see the panicked coworkers as he becomes more sneezy fresh from the horror of his last illness spreading to them

[Phrewsup]

Ahhh I love the concept so much please post more

[Mongus]

great story

[Secret Sneezer]

Oooh this is amazing! I love how the reader is the one sneezing, that's rare to come by and there needs to be more of it! I hope this continues!

[Tyko93]

There's always something fun about reading stories in which the reader is the one sneezing.  Wonderful work.

[Icyfall]

This is so good so far cant wait for the next part 

[georgie]

This is great!!! I hope you continue soon!