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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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.

"That's mm... lovely, darling," Q praises quietly, stroking Wesley's hair back as he lightly rocks his hips forward just a touch. He keeps his head resting back against the armrest, eyes closed for a moment as he savours the sensations.

Then, he adds with a slight smirk, "Have you been practicing?"

Wesley can't help but laugh when Q asks if he's been practising. The laughter vibrates through his throat and into his mouth before he pulls back to press a few kisses to Q's stomach and glances up at him with a small grin.

"I know how to suck a cock, babe," he says fondly. "You've just not let me demonstrate that very much at all."

Wesley likes it. He's always been a little orally fixated and since discovering dicks, he's been diligently learning how to best take care of them.

"I'm not very good at taking the whole thing," he admits. "But one day..." So, in essence, yes, he's been practising.

He grins and moves down to Q's cock, taking a moment to relax before he wraps his mouth around the head, moving slowly downward with his eyes closing to focus on the way his throat works, slowly fitting it around Q's dick and swallowing him further in, and further until his nose touches the man's pubes. He feels so god damn full and damn him if that doesn't turn him on something fierce.

Q voices a soft, throaty noise as his dick is swallowed down, fingers briefly tightening in Wesley's hair. Then he takes a couple of steadying breaths and gazes down at the assassin with heated eyes, smile coy and slight as always.

"I'm sure you'll get there, given how much you enjoy the act," Q comments teasingly, thumb lightly brushing over a freckled cheek. Wesley isn't really the sort to close his eyes during sex, but the way he's done so now while looking so very content with his mouth stuffed says it all, doesn't it?

Nope, he's not the type to close his eyes. But hot damn... His throat works around Q as it tries to form a groan, the sound or the beginnings of it vibrating through the both of them. Q's hand in his hair is met with a deep shudder that goes through him as his lids flutter and he pulls up for breath and stares at Q for a moment, lips red and wet, his breathing quick and erratic, eyes dark with lust.

"Yeah," he says simply because there's no clever quip in his mind now, just want. He pushes up, suddenly, bending over Q, bringing the man's legs up with himself as he leans down to kiss him hard on the lips. "I want you to fuck my mouth. Please."

Then he's dragging his mouth down to Q's cock and fitting it around him once again, this time going down on him much faster.

Goodness, Wesley can be such a passionate darling. Q breathes in sharply as he's swallowed down again and he has a moment to consider his options before he's grasping Wesley's hair again, this time tightening his grip and forcing the man to draw back.

"If that's how you want it," he begins, voice gone a bit lower and rougher around the edges. "Then we do this at my pace. Do I make myself clear?"

Wesley comes up with a gasp, his head tilting back as he looks at Q, eyes dark and hooded. His jaw slack and tongue pushing idly against his teeth. That rough voice makes shudders crawl down his spine.

"Yeah, at your pace, just don't put that ring on me okay," he says hoarsely and then hurries to add: "Please."

Q actually snorts at that, shaking his head and even petting Wesley's cheek fondly. "Do you even have one lying around?" he asks, amused at the thought of it.

Luckily for Wesley, Q isn't intending to get up to go find any such restraints for him. Instead he murmurs, "Keep your mouth open for me, darling."

Then he's using his grip in Wesley's hair to draw that mouth back on his dick, deliberately going slow to start so the assassin can get used to not having control over the thrusts or speed of the affair. To know to relax and breathe, to accept that Q's in control.

Wesley tries to shake his head at the question. But there's a tight hand in his hair and he gives up before he even starts. "No," he admits and then replies to the next with a simple: "Yes," before making his mouth as inviting as possible, opening up well before his lips are anywhere near that dick.

His eyes flutter close when he's guided further down, taking Q in inch by inch. You really do not need to be mindreader to see just how much he's enjoying himself, opening his throat and swallowing, feeling that warm metal prod his throat on its way down.

But instead of just taking it, he does bring his hand between them, working his fingers around Q's balls to rub them gently, his fingertips dancing lower under the sack occasionally and rubbing over Q's perineum, sometimes over his asshole. There's no demand in his touch, just simply providing extra sensation.

The clear enjoyment Wesley's experiencing just increases that warm fondness in Q, urging him to draw that mouth on him more, to take his time to rub his pierced tip on the silky insides of the assassin's cheeks and along his tongue. There's an air of indulgence around Q as he does this, letting Wesley feel all of his dick as much as possible on each thrust in and out.

"Just like that, darling," he praises warmly, drawing his other hand down so he can stroke over Wesley's flushed cheek, holding the man's head close while his dick is mostly buried in his throat. His voice trembles ever so slightly as he murmurs, "Oh... You are exquisite..."

A murmur of something, just noise, a moan, a sound of pleasure is what slips out of Wesley's throat when Q pulls away, a suck of breath when he starts to thrust in, going silent and shuddering deeply when he feels himself being filled again.

It's a wholly different experience, knowing that Q will keep him full, give him just as much as he can handle and not more, not less, giving him the full control of it.

Wesley's tongue toys with the piercing whenever he can, rubs gently over the fat veins at the underside of Q's cock when the man slides inside. His mind is blessedly empty, just existing for Q's dick and that lovely dick alone. When Q holds him down, praises him, Wesley shudders, burying his nose in the man's pubes while he relaxes right there, his vocal cords trying to form a moan but failing, instead they vibrate around Q, telling him a clear story about how much Wesley is enjoying this.

It's the visuals and the knowledge of just how much Wesley's into this that are taking Q well on the way to the edge. He could be getting the worst blowjob in the world and he'd still appreciate it just for how Wesley's loving it. Just his luck that Wesley's pretty good at this, really.

As he draws Wesley's mouth up and down on himself again, Q moans quietly before murmuring, "Not much longer, now... You're being so good for me, pet."

He could be more embarrassed that he's so close so soon, but Q's a sensible sort of man who knows that part of it's due to whatever his cocoa had been spiked with, and part of it is just because Wesley's taking good care of him. So instead he focuses on enjoying the ride, pausing now and then to run his fingers through Wesley's hair, to feel along the slick seal of his lips. Sometimes he holds the assassin still and thrusts his hips a few times, and sometimes he draws back enough that Wesley can suckle on just the tip before he's pulled in close and tight again.

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