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 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.

Those praises have Wesley cracking his eyes open and staring up at Q with hazy gaze that speaks louder than a hundred words about how gone he is. He wants to be good for Q, each praise sending a new shudder crawling down his spine.

He makes himself welcoming whether Q goes in deep or shallow, paying him just as much attention. His free hand plays with the Quartermaster's balls, rubbing them gently under his palm and feels the gradually draw tighter and tighter as Q is dragged closer and closer to his release. Every spill of salty precum makes him groan deep within his throat, his tongue busily pressing to the slid at the tip of Q's dick to lap it away.

When Q climaxes, it's as quiet as his usual manner. No fireworks or crying out, just a soft, satisfied groan as he draws Wesley's face up so he's not going to accidentally choke the man by spurting down his throat, opting instead to flood his mouth. He doesn't hold Wesley's head down, either, fingers light in his hair so the assassin can choose to draw back or push forward as he likes.

Slumping down as he finishes, Q takes his time recovering, chest heaving as he catches his breath, warmly savouring the sensations rocking through his body and leaving him tingling all over. "Mm, that was lovely."

Groaning softly, Wesley seals his lips around the head of Q's dick when he spills himself all over Wesley's tongue, swallowing him down eagerly. There's no drama in Q's orgasms, he knows that from experience and the quietness of it doesn't say anything about how intense it was.

He smiles as he finally pops the man out of his mouth and crawls over him, settling on top of him with a little bit of his weight pressed against Q's hips, his elbows on the couch, fingers brushing away a bit of curly hair from Q's forehead.

"You are lovely," he says fondly. The kiss he presses onto Q's lips is a quick and light one. "You should let me fuck you one day."

Q snorts at that, cracking his eyes open to give Wesley an arch look. "Is that what you think?" he asks, voice knowing and amused. "Be careful what you wish for."

"Oh come on," Wesley mutters, cheeks flushing with more colour as he seems almost guilty for ever even suggesting that. "Is it that awful to consider it?" he asks a little nervously.

Q has a unique ability to give him confidence but also to take it away at a slip of his narrow hand.

Letting Wesley marinate for a moment, Q eventually lets his smile grow and he smooths back the assassin's hair. "Not awful at all. I'm just not sure you'd be able to handle it," he answers, voice teasing and light (for Q).

Wesley's expression shifts from nervous to surprised to amused in a flash. His lips quirk into a smile quietly and he snorts. "You're such an asshole," he says fondly, his tone of voice warm and amused.

"Are you trying to egg me into topping you?" he asks directly. "I thought you weren't into that."

"I'm not," Q agrees, still brushing his fingers through Wesley's hair. "But if you're that eager to have a go at my rear, I can be accommodating. Just be careful you're not biting off more than you can chew."

Snorting softly, Wesley shakes his head. "Not necessary," he says and leans down to press the warm curve of his smile against Q's lips.

From there he trails his mouth down to Q's neck, laying a few gentle kisses there before letting his nose burrow against the man's neck. When he speaks, his voice is a little muffled against Q's collarbone.

"All I want is for you to feel good. So if dick in your ass doesn't do it for you, we don't go there. Really simple."

Q smiles and dips his chin so he can nuzzle and kiss at the top of Wesley's head.

"But what about what feels good for you?" Q points out. "Are you suggesting you don't want the opportunity to wet your prick?"

"Yeah, sure," Wesley replies with a hum. "But not if you don't want it."

It's just that simple to him.

There's a mild laughter coming from him, muffled and soft.

"I'm quite sure you're not under the impression that I'm not enjoying myself every fucking time you decide to take me apart. This is not me complaining about the sex we're having. Far from it."

What a ridiculous man.

Adorable, but ridiculous.

Q just shakes his head, amused and perhaps more than a little touched at how honest Wesley's being about enjoying their experiences together. He gently tugs on Wesley's hair, making him draw his head up so Q can give him a soft, lingering kiss, before humming against his lips, "Let's go to bed."

Sure, it's not nighttime. It's not even close to evening. But Q wants to take Wesley to bed and take him apart completely.

Apparently the drugs in his system aren't through just yet, and Q's feeling like spoiling the assassin, just a bit.

Wesley hums when Q tucks his head up and lazily lets him have it, hooded blue eyes look down at the Quartermaster with a toothy little smile. His kiss is just as soft and tender, freckled nose wrinkling with pleasure as their lips brush against one another.

"Mmn, my bed or your bed?" he asks as he starts to slowly wake up his limbs to climb up. In the meanwhile he's pressing kisses to Q's jawline, his weight shifting, stretching.

"Your's is probably cleaner, given you've been living here," Q points out softly, smiling as he returns some of the kisses and patiently waits for Wesley to get off him. "I hope you've got the basic supplies there, too?"

The last thing Q wants to deal with is an emergency run to the shops for some condoms and lubricant, even if Wesley probably doesn't know just how far Q plans to take things today.

Wesley snorts a soft laughter as he straightens up finally, rolling onto his knees and stays there for a moment, watching Q like a satisfied cat.

"Depends what you mean by basic supplies," he says with a grin. "But most likely yeah."

There's curiosity in his blue eyes as he rolls to his feet and then gives Q his hand to help him up, whatever the quartermaster has planned, Wesley's all for it.

Q just quietly smiles, sly and knowing, as he gets up. Who's the cat here?

Then he's tugging on Wesley's hand and heading for the assassin's room, absently ruffling his own hair relaxedly as he navigates in the dim space from memory. After all, for him it was only yesterday he was here last.

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