duplicitymemes | TDM #16

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TDM #16

« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »

« « « 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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Wesley yields it to him without a fight, responding with the same urgency. It's been a long month thinking he'll never see this infuriatingly calm man again or get to kiss him like this. His legs bump against the couch and he sits down, pulling Q down to his lap before wrapping his arms around his narrow waist. Mouth seeking his to ignite the kiss again.

Q goes down easily enough, relishing in the close contact with a soft, barely audible moan into the kiss. With no need to worry about balance, Q's hand reaches up, tangling his fingers through the short, brown curls and gripping with just enough tightness that Wesley will feel the prickle along his scalp, using the grip to tilt his head back so Q can delve into his mouth better.

Q's weight upon him feels nice, secure, good. Wesley arches right into him when Q slips fingers into his hair and hauls him into the kiss, his fingers curling tight against Q's hips to pull him flush against himself, pelvis to pelvis, rocking together. He lets out a soft groan at the tightness of that hand, his head tilting back against the back of the couch as Q continues to melt him into soft butter with his demanding kiss. Hot damn...

Giving a final lick to Wesley's lips, Q draws back just enough to stare down at the freckled face, smiling faintly while he keeps the grip in the assassin's hair. His pale cheeks are flushed, his cock is hard already thanks to Duplicity's meddling, but somehow he still feels more in control of the situation than he suspects Wesley does.

"Talk to me, pet," he murmurs quietly, lips ghosting over Wesley's jawline. "How shall I have you today?"

Wesley tries to follow him but gives up when Q grips his hair tightly still, his eyes hooded as he stares at the thin man on his lap. His lips are red and getting redder still as he worries his teeth over one, his gaze clouded and pulse ticking fast against his neck.

"Mmn, anything you want," he replies with a small curve appearing on his lips. "As long as you stay close," he says this quietly, then pulls on Q's hips again as he rocks up to rub their cocks together in a breathless grinding motion.

That look on Wesley's face only serves to fan the flaming heat rising in Q's veins, making his pulse quicken a touch, fingers tightening further for a fraction of a second. His free hand moves up, fingertips tracing along the seam of those smiling, red lips thoughtfully.

"... This, I think," he muses quietly, thumb gently tugging on the fuller, lower lip, dipping in to lightly brush over Wesley's tongue. "I want you on your knees, taking me down your throat. Do you think you could do that for me, darling?"

Maybe Q will never go for the simple fucking. Wesley doesn't mind. It has made him think about sex more, not just fall into it face first. Sometimes he wonders if they'll ever go there, though. This had seemed like that moment.

His reaction is mildly surprised but he nods as he opens his mouth further, taking Q's thumb between his lips and giving it a light suck while looking up at him. Yeah, he can do that. His lips curve into a smile as he looks up into those bright eyes and brushes his tongue against Q's thumb, making it flutter under the digit while his hands let go of Q's hips in order to slide between them, pulling open the fastenings of his pants carefully, belt sliding out, going for the button and zipper...

Perhaps this is one thing people can accuse Q of being a romantic for. If and when Q finally does things 'the proper way' with Wesley, it's not going to be while he's under a drug-induced lusty stupor on the couch.

For the moment, Q's eyes soften as he watches that smile form on Wesley's face, thumb slowly stroking over his tongue as the knowing hands help get his trousers undone. There's no hurry, here. Not in the way Q's hand runs through Wesley's hair, or the way he shifts his hips to help slide his trousers and underwear down, warmth and patience clear in his movements, speaking volumes as to how much he's content to just indulge for a moment.

He could say there's no romance in this, but Wesley would disagree. There's an unbroken connection between their eyes, gazes locked together and something of an open acceptance in Wesley's blue eyes as he stares up at Q even as his cheeks hollow a bit and he applies gentle suction to the digit inside his mouth. He doesn't need to push for what's going to come next, he knows Q will get them there when he pleases, when he wants it.

Instead, he lets his hands gently push open the man's pants, guide them down from his hips. His hands are rough but careful in their touch as they curve upon Q's hipbones, slide down to his ass to simply feel and then down to his thighs, tracing the crease between a leg and a buttock with enduring patience.

Q smiles and leans down, drawing his thumb from Wesley's mouth so he can claim those lips in a kiss again. Then he's shifting off of Wesley's lap to turn and lie back comfortably along the couch, tugging on the assassin's shoulder to draw him down on top. There's certainly more freedom to Wesley's movements than Q's allowed him most times in the past, but he's earned a little trust, right?

Wesley is noticing that freedom, because usually at this point he would have been on his fours on the floor or laid out onto a bed with some kind of restrains. It's an obvious change that he definitely doesn't mind. He hums with a soft chuckle as he follows Q onto the couch, slowly stretching out on top of him. He still keeps himself up with a knee between Q's and one arm pressed to the couch beside him.

He presses a few kisses onto Q's jaw, down to his neck, while his free hand starts to push up Q's shirt to expose a bit of his chest.

Q will have him in all sorts of interesting shapes and restraints later. For now... maybe he's feeling lazy, maybe it's a bit of fondness after the genuine delight that had lit up Wesley's face on finding him at the rink.

Who knows.

The smile lingers as the assassin kisses down his neck and Q obligingly tips his chin up to make room for more. Meanwhile, he lifts up on his elbows a bit so the shirt can be drawn up. When he settles back down, he lets his own hands stroke up along Wesley's sides, tugging up the hem of his shirt, feeling along the warm skin underneath, still not directing the man much.

Given a bit of leash here, Wesley tries his best not to bear his teeth too much but he can't help the urge to rain a full line of open mouthed kisses to Q's neck, the last of them more involved than the others before it, involving a tongue pressed to his heated skin, a bit of suction applied.

Then he moves on, that mouth eager to taste, peppering kisses all over Q's chest, a tongue dragging down from his chest to his belly and dipping into a navel. He looks at him with something a little mischievous in those blue eyes as he finds purchase at Q's side, dragging just a hint of teeth across his skin and down towards narrow hips.

There's a faint twitch and arching of Q's brows at the ticklish zone being targeted, then a narrowing of his eyes because are you sure you want to be that impertinent, Wesley? Huh?

Wesley laughs, warm and easy, something twinkling in his eyes as he moves further down, not teasing as he lets himself flop onto his stomach, arms pushing under Q's thighs to prop them further up. But instead of going to town on him right away, he puts that mouth on Q's thigh, tracing his lips down along the sensitive inside. The dampness of his breath washes over soft skin, dips into the crease beside pelvic bone, tongue darting out to draw a wet line there...

Q recognises the teasing for what it is and snorts quietly, but otherwise doesn't seem against it for now (at least since Wesley's not tickling him any more). He even deigns to reach down, running his fingers through the man's hair without pulling or directing him just yet, letting him have his fun.

Sure, Q's hard, but he's used to ignoring it in favor of doting on his partners.

It's not so much teasing as it is simply giving pleasure, simple pleasure, touch and intimacy. Wesley nuzzles that length first, letting his cheek brush over the silky hardness of Q's erection. His gaze flicks up at those gentle touches to his hair and he opens his mouth, fitting his lips to the underline of Q's dick, dragging his mouth down along it, finding the base to suckle on it for a moment. Then open mouthed kisses down over his balls, tongue dragging up again from underneath and sweeping over the whole length while Wesley looks up curiously.

There's a soft sigh as Wesley's mouth gets more friendly with Q's crotch, the Quartermaster's eyes sliding to half-mast as he watches that freckly face with quiet affection. His thumb sweeps over the arch of a cheekbone, knowing his own cheeks are probably now flushed with colour thanks to his pale complexion, and it's definitely not all thanks to the drugs. No, Wesley's a delightful sight to behold.

The colour upon Q's cheeks, that little sigh that tells Wesley all he needs to know - these are the small ways in which Q lets him know that his efforts are appreciated. A fact that makes Wesley's own cheeks flush with a bit of heat, satisfied and happy.

He slides his hand under that cock that is heavily resting against Q's abdomen and pushes it up gently with his thumb. He leans a little bit forward while his fingers carefully pull down the foreskin and Wesley's free to tongue the ridge around that plumb head, touch upon the warm metal of Q's piercing.

Q breathes out a quiet moan as the slick tongue gets friendly with his dick, eyes heavy as he keeps them open and focused, all while his hand brushes through Wesley's hair with gentle fondness and appreciation.

"Just like that, pet," he encourages quietly, smile curving his lips just so. "Slowly. Take your time."

Wesley does exactly that, takes his time. His bright blue gaze is on Q's smile that is like the moon, never quite forward enough to be bright, always a little shrouded in mystery. He shivers mildly at the hand that drags through his hair while he toys with the heavy piercing at the tip of Q's dick, pushing it, gently tugging it between his lips, wrapping his mouth around it briefly to jostle it from side to side.

He preens under those mild praises, an urge within him to do better to earn more of them, to make Q quite happy with his performance as crazy as that sounds. He really wants to do well, though.

His lips are parted as he starts to drag them down along Q's length, wetting him from tip to the base, his tongue pressing to the fat veins as he moves up and down along the shaft.

It's good to see Wesley taking the praise so well. The tell-tale little shiver and deepening of colour in his cheeks lets Q know just how much the other man is enjoying this himself, making a flicker of warmth spread over the Quartermaster's chest, fond and sweet.

That no one had snatched Wesley up while Q was away boggles the mind, for sure. Q's rarely found such eager, perfect submissives in the past, and they were almost always with a dominant already, yet somehow here in Duplicity, Wesley's flown under the radar.

Shaking his head at the thought, Q lightly tightens his grip in the curly hair, smiling around a soft moan as he feels Wesley's tongue focus in on his piercing again. "I meant to ask, how have your nipples healed?"

Wesley shifts a little between Q's legs. It's obvious that he enjoys the attention given to the piercing, so Wesley is going to focus on it for a bit. He pushes one of Q's legs over his shoulder and gives himself room to bring a hand between them, working his fingers around Q's ball sack, experimenting with how much pressure he likes being applied to it. This is the first time he's allowed to the other man's body with this much freedom and he means to take as much out of it as possible, learn to please him properly.

"Yeah, they're fully healed," Wesley replies, his lips moving against Q's cock as he speaks, glancing up at Q with a small smile before he opens his mouth over that pierced head and takes it into his mouth. He doesn't try to swallow much of him right now, just the head, lips forming a seal under the ridge while his tongue keeps propping the piercing and toying with the metal that is warming up to the temperature of his mouth.

As Wesley's mouth closes over him, Q sighs softly and drops his head back, relaxing down against the couch while his fingers massage along the assassin's scalp. This is around when Q would normally start gripping a bit tighter at Wesley's hair to take control. He doesn't do that, now, though.

He's chosen to let Wesley have a bit of free reign, instead. Perhaps as a treat?

Slowly, Wesley starts to bob his head up and down, taking in a little bit more of Q each time. His hand closes around the remaining length of his cock to gently stroke him in time with the unhurried progress of his mouth. He keeps his gaze up in Q as much as possible, making sure he's enjoying himself. He's not exactly good at deep throating, still learning his way around it, but he knows how to suck a cock.

And he does that, cheeks hollowing while his tongue works overtime dragging over Q's length.

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