duplicitymemes | TDM #16

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TDM #16

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« « « ALL ON DISPLAY

It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy.

This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses.

To counteract the discovery of the Deceit Gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the L.I.E.S. program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the Deceit Gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues.

... and you’re here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity.

After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of orientation.

If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You’re a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your high rise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You’re a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you’ll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms.

Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new and old arrivals.

The weather is rather cold and icy.

» » » WALKING TOUR

The cold, icy winter weather has seen to it that there is an unfortunate interruption with the usual city tour for the newest arrivals to Duplicity. Some of the train tracks have a dangerous amount of ice coating them and sections of travel are now unavailable via train.

City officials still believe that the tours are important to integrate new LIERs to Duplicity so they have organised personal walking tours held by current LIERs. New arrivals will be paired with their own tour guide; they can take the suggested path or take their barely dressed charge on a more ad-hoc tour. It might be considerate to let them change into something warmer first!

Important landmarks and checkpoints like Fiddler’s Square, North Park, The Up and Down Courts, the People Zoo and of course S.L.U.T. need to be marked off on the tours but there have also been fun local stores which have set-ups for free samples and information booklets. What order and how people travel to them is up to them.

« « « GALLERIA OF SEX

(CW: exhibitionism, voyeurism, dub/non-con)

One of the stops along these new walking tours is a temporary educational art installation that has been set up to display and talk about the rich variety of kinks that are popular in Duplicity. Newcomers are invited to come inside the building, sit on the human furniture to watch and learn or volunteer to participate themselves.

Each section has local LIERs and graduated citizens there to help walk those new to the program through the displays, explaining the appeal and draw of each kink.

Live demonstrations or performance art are carried out by LIERs who have volunteered, been conscripted or are fulfilling a sentence that would normally land them in the People Zoo. They can and will ask anyone and everyone to step up and be part of the artwork themselves.

Some of the displays set up will feature:

Naked Submissives have been bound and posed with their bodies arched in visually pleasing positions. They are surrounded with candles burning around them and guests are invited to drip the hot wax across their bodies to add to the artwork that is their naked skin.
Zap your lover or the volunteers with an electrical wand and discover the way it can make the skin tingle and muscles tense in just the right place at just the right moment.
The image of cum dripping from a well used Submissive is considering something to appreciate visually so stations have been set up with glory holes and kneeling participants to have their faces and buttocks painted over the course of the day.
A variety of whips, canes and paddles have been set out next to padded benches for Submissives to bend themselves over. The marks they leave are something to be proud of.
No art display in Duplicity is complete without an ode to bondage, one room will be entirely devoted to participants being suspended from the ceiling, held in positions that will test their stamina and flexibility and leave the most gorgeous bruises.

We encourage players not to limit themselves in regards to what is on display. There are many more kinks than the ones listed, and Duplicity considers all kinds of sexual acts a form of art.

Photo taking is encouraged throughout the exhibition, especially when your own participation is concerned. If you missed the chance to do so, in the moment, you need not worry as the gift shop at the end of the gallery will have many different prints taken over the course of the exhibition available for purchase. Take home a keepsake of your first day in Duplicity.

« « « ICE TO SEE YOU

(CW: exhibitionism)

Winter does make it harder in Duplicity to enjoy all the pleasures of the flesh that could be on offer in the warmer months. Most who live in the city still need to wrap up with many layers when the weather turns so chilly. But that’s not saying that the city can’t find ways to help keep its residents in the mood.

It will first be noticeable to those trying their hand at streaming or posting video footage onto the network. Regardless of a character's state of dress while recording, they will appear completely naked to those watching and no amount of covering up with more articles of material will change that.

Others might see it as they set about on their first days getting used to the city’s layout, glancing into a shop window they will notice their own state of undress in their reflection. You might even see it in a particularly shiny bit of ice but no matter where you look, all reflective surfaces will show everyone in their birthday suits, naked as the day they were born.

« « « BLADES OF GLORY

(CW: exhibitionism, dubcon, drugging)

In a bid to encourage individuals to get out and keep active despite the chilly weather, the city has transformed one of the large tennis courts in the Up into a makeshift outdoor skating rink. In the recreation building attached to the courts-turned-rink the change rooms have been outfitted for people to change into more appropriate clothing. There is also at the front of the building an area to rent skates.

Many who get on the ice see no reason to keep apart, as many contracted couples can be seen holding hands or chasing each other as they skate. In the change rooms it isn’t uncommon to see a bit of hanky panky or people getting off at helping others in and out of their skates. There also seems to be a small hot chocolate stand set up inside the building where characters can buy a warm drink to sip on while taking a break from skating. The drink may leave those that consume it feeling especially warm and frisky, with perhaps a bit of extra energy they need to burn off - skating might not cut it.

« « « MOD & OOC NOTES

Please read carefully.

On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but assignments OOCly are still randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right". When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass". This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice.

To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide: If your character would rather have a dog for a pet they are Dominant. If they would rather have a cat for a pet they are Submissive. If your character is from a canon that has neither, pick the choice you believe they would prefer more.

To Note: Characters can only swap their designation for one of the following reasons: an event occurs that allows it or there are OOC reasons that make it a necessity. Any swap always requires mod approval and each character can only ever switch once. Characters that are being reapped will keep their previous designation but players can choose to use new tdms with different designations for fun!

Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have a good time!!

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As Vrenille’s pace slows, Mustang wants to… he doesn’t know; maybe he wants to whine and demand to be fucked properly. It’s just as well, though, considering the state of his excitement, the enthralling sensations from his taint, the root of his cock -- everywhere feels heightened and oversensitive. His cock is weeping and hard and feels indescribable. His thighs shake with exertion and the barest slip of control he has over himself. Roy writhes, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, so close to orgasm and unable to last much longer.

When he hears Vrenille’s what… accusation? His first impulse is to deny the man’s observation. He’d said he liked sex to be punishing, which is technically a very different thing than liking to be punished, but lying would be ridiculous. And obvious. He knows too well what he likes and why he likes it.

The reason behind it remains locked away forever.

When Vrenille forces up him to stand, a hand clutching his throat, Mustang moans pitiably. The act breaks him, so thoroughly exciting, dangerously sexy.

The man’s right -- he is a submissive in every sense of the word. He no longer cares, having come to terms with it quickly, admittedly with Vrenille's help.

The last time he was this close, Mustang told the man, and the urgency he feels needs to be voiced right now. He swallows against Vrenille’s hand. “I need to cum, Vrenille. Soon. Now.”

Lio turns to bury his own face against Galo's ridiculous hair, holding on for dear life as they move together, trying to hold himself back from that edge that's so, so close that he's aching to come.

Fingers grip tight enough that his nails dig into the skin at Galo's shoulders as he feels the telltale change in Galo's motions, knowing that the other has come inside him. His voice hitches into a groan and his hips twitch towards Galo''s hand.

Head falling back, he exhales another needy sound, "Galo! Yes... I..!" And no more words, only a wordless cry as he finds his release as well, painting both their stomachs with his come before he tips forward to lean into Galo, hide his face against the juncture of his neck and shoulder, trembling as tiny aftershocks of pleasure race through him and he catches his breath back to himself.

"Then you'll do it untouched," Vrenille says, having learned enough about Mustang to add this small bit of "cruelty" into the play of the scene. His pace has started to speed up again, and though it's not at the outright gallop it was before, with his voice so close to his ear, Mustang will certainly be able to hear the way his exertion and enjoyment both increase, degree by degree. His breath is now a sharp little exhale with each thrust, words peppered in between, and his hand continues to cradle Mustang's throat--just enough pressure there to constrict without cutting off his airflow.

"You'll do it with nothing but my cock in you to get you there. And if you cum, don't think I'm gonna stop or give you a break. Not till I'm done using this tight little hole of yours, not till I've dumped my load inside you."

It's the kind of shameless dirty talk that would make a lot of men blush, but it's also part of this little journey they're on together in which Vrenille is, step by step, teaching Mustang both something about the culture of the city and about his own inclinations to submit. And here's another layer of it--Vrenille isn't telling him not to cum. He's not forbidding it. They aren't at a place where his words would--or should--have that kind of control yet. But he is telling him the consequences, what he can expect should he lose control, and he's leaving it up to him how he'll handle that knowledge. Maybe the thought itself will send him over the edge or maybe it will give his body the incentive to last a little bit longer.

Wow excuse you Noiz, Diva has great musical taste. Don't be a hater.

"I am, yes! And I do. Both at the club I run called Fangtasy and at another place called Subversion."

_{[Oh she'd know all too well about just how all encompassing love could be. She has an obsessive personality by default - fixating on Tsurugi only made it come out in rather...intense ways.]}

It's true, it's true...I'm hopelessly in love. It's devoured me completely.

Mustang unthinkingly sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and bites down. While it’s just dumb luck, the sudden and unexpected pain sharpens his focus. He’d prefer not to cum against the mirror, but Vrenille’s force and rhythm have him half-delirious with heat and need.

He almost barks a laugh at Vrenille’s comment, if only because he feels very “touched” indeed. Roy almost says it out loud, but he’s too caught up in the other man’s hands and mouth and lips and breath. Vrenille’s a virtuoso, playing him like an instrument, and it feels so damn good.

It’s true enough that Roy was raised to be a gentleman and isn’t accustomed to hearing the sort of raunchy dirty talk that spills from the other man’s lips, even saying the word ‘cum’ has been a little embarrassing, somehow, but it’s exciting, what he says.

Roy hums a little ‘mmm’ against Vrenille’s palm, almost luxuriating in the jolting thrusts and the huff of exertion in his ear. He’s so close now. He doesn’t think he could stop if he tried, and he doesn’t want to try anymore, having ridden the edge of an orgasm for too long -- it’s a wonder he hasn’t gotten a second case of blue balls. It’s just… he doesn’t want to make a mess. Too anal retentive and isn’t that just perfect?

Doesn’t matter now. Mustang’s cock throbs, the tension between his legs urgent and desperate and oh, so hot, and he clutches his erection, pointing it toward a nearby wastebasket, hoping to avoid cumming all over the stall. He shudders as a series of long, severe waves crash slow and steadily through him, making him shiver. It’s a long, hard cum, the ejaculate shooting thick strings across the carpet and into the pail.

He sags a little as endorphins flood his system momentarily and smiles, bracing himself for more and hoping he doesn't end up hard and horny again.

[Noah makes a face. Gansey's not wrong... but it's barely any comfort. While he's relieved to have spared his friend that violation, he still feels awful about where they ended up instead. He's missed Gansey terribly and this is not at all how he would've wanted to see him again.]

Yeah... [He looks down and away.] You have to be careful here on your own.

[Especially as a submissive without a contract. Gansey has no standing here. No one cares who he is.]

You saw Adam? Did he explain anything?

When Mustang takes himself in hand that way, so desperately that he's clearly thinking of nothing but his own pleasure, Vrenille has to laugh--a brief, breathy, sardonic exhale.

He drives deep and almost lets himself still through the first couple spurts, not for Mustang's benefit but for his own, savouring the tight constriction of muscles around his cock when the man's balls begin to empty. But then, almost at once, he's moving again--a sharp, rough pounding that's not exactly aimed to satisfy.

"Oh you are cheeky," he scolds. "Maybe now I see the real reason you were given to me in shackles. Not a whole lotta self control." His hips snap mercilessly into Mustang's ass as he speaks, the slap of their skin sounding almost like a spanking, and at just that pace.

"Seems like next time you're gonna need to have your hands bound so you obey. Maybe lock your cock up nice 'n tight so you can't cum at all." Seizing the moment of post-orgasm languor, he reaches around to grab Mustang's arms, pulling his wrists to fold his arms behind his back, pushing his chest and cheek to the mirror once more and holding him pinned so that he can't pull his hands away while he fucks him.

If his words add embarrassment or shame to the posture, that's all the better--Mustang has, in effect, asked for this humiliation by taking himself in hand when Vrenille told him not to, and now he's going to reap the consequences of it.

Ah... For love to spread to people throughout the world... It makes me so happy to hear you have found a delightful love you can bury yourself into.

[ His hand comes to his chest, glancing to the sky with a happy, pleasant smile. It truly did make him happy to hear about anyone in love. Romantic or otherwise it was truly the best feeling in the world to him. ]

Amazing. ☆ Your lover is incredibly lucky to have a lady as lovely and devoted as you!

I don't, either. Usually.

[ which isn't to say she hasn't before - a thousand years is a long time, and the twister had seen a lot of people, strangers she'd tried to avoid spotting in the crowd once the show started because she knew they wouldn't end up surviving the night. she regrets the strangers less than she regrets the commitments she'd made; the strangers hadn't ended up turning on her.

he shifts to the side but doesn't leave her bed, and she turns onto her side to face him a little better. ]

( marcos doesn't say anything for a few moments, breathing quietly and trying to get his head back on straight. he can tell she's looking at him and, after a second, he looks back to her. )

No idea what to do now.

( there's some muted laughter as he says it because it's true. he really doesn't know what to do now. he hasn't been in this place for long at all and he's already been knocked off balance. )

If the mocking tone and words Vrenille directs at him, as the man continues his relentless reaming of Mustang’s ass, humiliates the alchemist, he doesn’t allow it to show. Not much in any case; if someone were to look closely, they might see the single leap of muscle in Roy’s jaw.

What he shows is the flushed, sweaty skin behind an escalating lust that has the potential to tip into frantic need. Roy closes his eyes to shut out everything outside of them. Only he and Vrenille inhabit this place of sex and sin, of searing pleasure and the beginnings of pain, unintentional but erotic. The sound of skin smacking, lewd and delicious, and Roy hardens at the nascent promise of Vrenille’s bruising hips. Opening his eyes, Mustang peers through the soot of his lashes, watching the other man intently through the mirror.

So he’s startled by the sudden clutching of his arms being twisted behind him. He’s crushed against the mirror again, and while Roy loves being manhandled, he’s confused.

Until Vrenille’s filthy, gorgeous mouth opens and explains, suggesting they engage, in vulgar, arousing words, the kind of sex about which Roy’s always dreamt and never experienced.

He hadn’t realized he’d stepped outside the boundaries of a Submissive, thinking Vrenille referred only to his own hands, not Mustang’s. And there’s no way he’ll correct him now, too eager to see and feel everything the other man dreams up.

And to seal the deal, Roy grins against the mirror. “Yes. Sir.”

He hisses at the sting in his shoulders but it feels good. Better than it probably should. He doesn’t care. Lio looks like artwork, that picturesque kind of pose that will brand in his mind. The cry still rings in the air as he lets go of his cock and wraps his other arm around him.

Sweat runs down his neck as he presses kisses to Lio’s shoulder. His breath is still coming out fast and hot. He shudders and enfolds himself around Lio. Slowly his heart rate starts to settle. His hand runs up and down Lio’s bare back.

After a few moments he sighs and glances around. Someone had apparently been by with what they need to clean up. Ah. He grabs the towel and drapes it over Lio’s back. A little privacy as they get their bearings back.

Me neither.

[ she's not sure if either of them should go back out, whether or not they're still under the effect of whatever had been in the hot chocolate. she's also not sure if he wants to leave yet, or if she wants him to. ]

You can stay. If you want.

( marcos swipes a hand over his face, taking a few breaths and then glancing over at her. )

I won't stay too long.

( but he doesn't think he wants to go just yet. he has no idea if whatever was in that hot chocolate's out of system or if he needs more time.

might as well be safer than sorry. )

[ she can't be sure yet, either. she feels a little calmer, her blood a little less heated, but who knows if that'll last or if it's just temporary relief before it starts up again? she shifts away from him a little bit as he gathers himself, trying not to look at him as he does and focusing on pushing her hair out of her eyes and off her face as he does. then he glances back at her, mentions he won't stay much longer, and she nods. ]

Okay.

Sometimes she really does try to be a good person, but then there are times when that becomes really difficult for her to remember — like when she's confronted with the sight of someone she knows, someone she's definitely hooked up with before, strapped down naked to a leather bench and looking pretty ripe and ready for the taking.

Of course, she can tell almost immediately by the easy lolling of his head, the dazed sound in his voice, that they've drugged him up, and she knows she wouldn't feel good about taking advantage of him in this state. But maybe the guards don't need to know that.

"Just enough to make it look good," she whispers, more for his benefit than anyone else's, and she drops a hand to rest against his chest, pale fingers spreading outward before she lightly walks them across his skin. It's a pretty innocuous form of contact, all things considered, and she's not letting her touch stray any lower than that for the moment, but she leans over him, looking into his eyes. From a distance, it might even look like she's kissing him.

"Play along for a minute and I'll loosen these things enough for you to slip free, alright?"

It's the least she can do; deep down, she knows he'd probably do the same for her if their situations were reversed, and maybe she feels a sense of loyalty to him based on their history, not because it's the right thing to do. Ugh, morals.

[ Clary follows his lead easily, not only because she knows and trusts him but because he knows this place. Apparently quite well. Admittedly, it's easy to steer her in whatever direction he wants because her head is still swimming, feet basically moving on autopilot as she listens to him.

Funny how she keeps finding herself involved with societies that she ends up wanting to change in both big and small ways. Something tells her that Duplicity won't feel immediately like home, like some broken-off piece of her that's finally settling into place, though. ]

So you just play by their rules? [ The look she gives Magnus suggests that's as hard to swallow as the rest of this. But it's almost teasing, affectionate before she sighs. ] I guess I should at least be thankful that I'll even have the chance to help them, but this... This is insane. How have you survived two years here?

[ It's not until he clears his throat that Clary even realizes someone's in this section of the locker room with her as her eyes had fallen shut without her realizing it, fingers drifting higher up along her thigh. She's actually very nearly to the spot where she really wants them, knees falling apart further when she hears him. And despite actively trying not to startle her, she still jumps a little, though it's more from embarrassment than surprise.

Or it should be.

When she catches his gaze, she knows that she should feel shame or self-consciousness, at the very least. Instead, a thrill crashes through her, warming her body with arousal instead (worse than it already had been, she realizes belatedly), and rather than move her hand to a less conspicuous spot, Clary just settles her hand high up between her legs. Not quite where she'd been headed, but at the crease there, close enough that if she just stretched her thumb out she could have some much-needed friction. ]

No, no, it's fine, [ she says with a brief, exhale of a laugh. ] I just — [ She pauses and licks her lips, gaze dropping to his mouth, wondering what he would taste like. Better yet, wondering what he would look like with his face buried between her thighs in place of her hand. ] I haven't been ice skating in a while and my legs are killing me.

[ It's not even until she catches him watching her that Clary realizes what she's doing, where her fingers are quite obviously headed. And yet when her eyes land on him in the mirror, she finds herself wanting to continue instead of stopping, fingertips almost aching to touch herself. The slow-building heat at the crux of her thighs throbs in response as well, enough to make her stocking-covered toes curl. ]

Sure. [ The word's out of her mouth before she even thinks about it, gaze dragging slowly over his body — with the intent of landing on his hands eventually, of course. ] You look like you've got better hands than I do.

[ Sliding one leg over the bench so she's straddling it, Clary settles her hand behind her, fingers curled over the wood despite how shockingly difficult it was to let go over herself. The hot chocolate gets set somewhere on the floor, forgotten the moment that it leaves her fingers.

Her eyes meet his in the mirror again and she quirks a brow, almost in an unspoken challenge; is he really going to come over to her? ]

_{[Bury herself into, huh? More like sink her teeth and claws into with the intention of never letting go...but it's fine. At least he seems to understand how important love is!]}

He is incredibly lucky. No other men in my life have I given such attention to. The things I put up with...

_{[She's killed men for far, far less. Literally.]}

[ Ice isn't exactly the sort of thing the prince of literal hell has experienced all that much, so he's rather drawn to the rink. Even if it seems like a very, very...mortal exercise to slide around on literal blades on your feet and only use it for fun. Caliban wasn't exactly effected by intense heat or freezing cold since his body was made out literal clay, so it shouldn't have been that much of a surprise to find Caliban in his usual attire of having an open white shirt that showed off his abs and his chest as he strolled into the locker room. His long blond hair bobbing with either step as he trailed his hand along the lockers.

Caliban's been in this city of sin long enough to not be all that shocked at the more obscene noises one might come across but he does, all the same, peak his ears towards the sound as he strolls down the locker towards the redhead. His eyes flicking along the sight of the other with his hand in his pants as he stopped short of the bench and really took in the sight of Archie Andrews.

For a mortal he was...well- gorgeous. Two interested eyes took in that sharp jawline and that well defined body, and not to mention that hand slipped between the others legs.

There's a gentle smirk and chuckle at that singular fuck.]

Enjoying yourself, Pretty Mortal Hm?

Put up with? That is hardly the way to speak about a lover.

[ Though if Wataru had a lover they'd probably say the exact same thing about him, so. ]

Huh? It's true though. Tsurugi can be a handful, you know. If it was from anyone else I'd never accept it.

_{[Ah, love...]}

Yes, you will - though I'll also accept you buying me alcohol and produce instead of a direct return of money.

[ He's an asshole in so many ways but he likes it when he feels like he's been helpful and he is so, so, wired to make connections. Far more so than he should have been. Felix is one of his now.]

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two redheads break the game with their hotness, i think you mean

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BLADES OF GLORY

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