Misofist's Musings

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Misofist

I'm Misofist (she/they), a proud non-binary trans woman, activist, kinkster, and amateur pornographer. I mostly write about trans issues, kink, and polyamory. You can find me on Fediverse as @Misofist@girlcock.club. If you'd like to buy some porn, check out my C4S store.

  1. Cloneplay

    Content warning: mind fuck, cnc, plurality, soft snuff

    One night while I was lying with Theophage, I told her I had an idea for a scene with Hubris that I’d like her help with. The goal was to create a “cursed item” that, when Hubris wore it, would compel her to identify herself as my clone.

    The object in question would be my collar. Collars are commonly considered to have special significance within kink circles. Outside of the symbolism of collaring someone representing ownership of them, collars are also very personal. I’m not quite as precious about my collar as some people, if someone was thinking of buying a martingale collar I’d be happy to let them try mine on first. But I do ascribe some meaning to it, especially if it’s being used “in anger” in a kink scene. So having Hubris wear my collar felt like an appropriate way to invoke a link with my identity.

    When Hubris was wearing the collar, she would temporarily forget her own name. She would not respond to it. She would refer to me as The Original, and herself as Misofist Jr. (I knew that she’d find the “Jr” distasteful, and that only made it better.)

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    Published 2025-02-12.
  2. Wearing an insertable swimsuit

    Content warning: NSFW images

    Looking at my front, people must have initially thought I was just gagged and wearing a regular slingshot swimsuit. But then my girlfriend ordered me to turn to face away from the group. I felt their eyes on my body even more strongly now that I couldn’t see them.

    They could see that the shoulder straps did not wrap around my neck, but terminated in cuffs. They began to understand the predicament I was in, trying to keep my nipples covered.

    Just as I was turning to face everyone again, someone slowly asked “wait… where does it attach at the bottom?”

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    Published 2025-02-09.
  3. Making an insertable swimsuit

    Several days ago, my girlfriend Hubris sent me a Tumblr post by spicymancer. An expansion on the anal beads swimsuit concept that adds a handcuff-based predicament.

    After seeing this post, I couldn’t stop thinking: this wouldn’t actually be that hard to make, right? I had some free time, I had access to the required tools, and I have the body to pull off the look. I could make this fantasy into a reality.

    An hour later I got started.

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    Published 2025-02-09.
  4. Content warning: mention of porn

    Recently I got a new toy, nipple sensitisers. The sensation is much more intense than I expected, it’s a blend of discomfort and pleasure, it’s very overstimulating. I had to rip them off after 4 minutes, the feeling was unbearable.

    But it made me wonder if I could orgasm from nipple stimulation alone. I don’t have the self-control to keep these bastard toys on for long enough, but perhaps with the help of a timer lock? 4 minutes was my limit this time, so I figured 20 minutes should be an appropriate length for the experiment.

    Full length self-bondage nipple overstim video coming soon! I’m just editing it now, but I’m really pleased with the raw footage and audio.

    Published 2024-12-11.
  5. I love the way that bruises develop. Think about that word, “develop”. Doesn’t it make you think of chemical photography?

    Being slapped or punched or cropped or paddled happens in an instant. The pain is momentary, you can’t keep it, but in its ephemerality there is value.

    And yet, much like a photo, bruises capture a longer record of an instant. They might not last as long as a photo, but that just encourages you to renew them regularly.

    When I am covered in bruises, I am covered in mementos. And I am covered in art.

    Published 2024-11-28.
  6. Hunt

    Content warning: cnc, kidnapping

    You hear a stick snap behind you, and spin around. You can’t see any signs of movement, nothing out of place. There have always been rumours about kidnappers lurking in this forest, but you calm your fears. They’re just scary stories for kids, your fear isn’t rational. The stick must’ve been broken by an animal, you guess. You’re unfamiliar with the environment and how sounds carry, so you can’t even estimate how far away the sound was. Maybe it was off in the far distance.

    You turn back towards the road, and jump. On the other side of the road there’s a ghillie-suited, masked person walking carefully towards you. The adrenaline hits and your brain kicks into overdrive. You’ve only been waiting 5 minutes, and I said I’d be there in 30. This person has clearly been here for a while, as you haven’t heard any vehicles since your Uber left. Who are they?

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    Published 2024-08-04.
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