Sir and I both have hard limits. Most are ones that we found on other peoples’ online contracts that we thought were obvious but apparently weren’t. Bestiality and sexual acts with children top the list. I’m also not a huge fan of excrement play (luckily, neither is he). Not that it would have been on the table before, but having two kids has certainly cemented that as a non-starter. Other than that I have been trying to keep an open mind as I read blogs and Fetlife. Every time I think I’ve heard of every type of kink, I’m always proved wrong.
However, there is one limit that I don’t see on too many lists outside my own: ears. Don’t mess with my ears. Don’t blow on them. Don’t kiss or lick them. Don’t stick your finger in them. Just leave them be. If you even attempt to give me a wet-willie I not talk to you for a long time. You will probably also get kicked in the shins. I’m picky about what type of head phones I use, and I put those in myself. I pierced my ears when I was a teen but I don’t think I’ve worn earrings since I was a maid of honor in 2009. The holes closed up a few years ago and I just can’t bring myself to get them redone.
I don’t know what it is. They are sensitive and I twitch when I get a haircut. It doesn’t hurt per say, but it’s a long the lines of nails on a chalkboard for me. Anyone touching them triggers my panic and flee reflex. He can hit me until I bleed, or choke me while I come and I swoon with joy. But try and tickle my ears and I will run for the hills. I know sometimes he just does it to make me squirm, but even if he is goading, I still react. I wish I could ignore it, but then the sadist in him would be bummed. And since you all know that I wouldn’t imagine taking away a source of mind-fuckery from him, I guess I’ll start wearing ear muffs around the house for my own protection.