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 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.

Wesley bites his lip as he watches him, rumbled and adorable, that little smile that seems to know something he doesn't. His chest feels tight suddenly with a surge of affection and he squeezes Q's hand as they walk, threading his fingers along with Q's.

His bedroom is surprisingly organised, dirty clothes in a hamper, clean ones folded in the closet. Even the bed is made, not with a whole lot of precision but still, there's a comforter on top of it.

Wesley toes off his shoes while he pulls away the covers, then the blanket, sheets rumbled and smelling of sleep. He starts to pull up the hem of his shirt, as if getting ready for bed, then pauses for a moment to look at Q in the dim light that spills in from the open doorway, streetlights outside the sitting room windows.

"Are we making a new contract now that you're back?" he asks suddenly.

There's a brief pause as Q finishes removing his shirt in the room, giving Wesley a mildly surprised glance at the question.

"... I didn't know that was up for discussion," Q begins slowly. Partly to tease, of course, because he knows that vague response might worry Wesley, but he adds without too much delay (because he doesn't want the man to have a panic attack), "Unless you'd rather I find another Dominant, a new contract for us seems a good idea, doesn't it?"

"Listen, you little shit," Wesley replies with a fond snort as he yanks the shirt up and over his head, his words muffled while he speaks with the fabric around his head before he's free of it. "I'm just checking."

And there's a smile upon his lips as he throws the shirt away, next pulling open the fly of his jeans - relief, thank you so much - the curve both exasperated and awfully fond.

"And I figured you might not like it if I would presume without asking you." He's lived with someone who was hot and cold without a warning. It's simple self-preservation to never dare to assume more than is explicitly agreed upon.

Though, the idea that he could assume something is quite tempting.

He shrugs a bit and moves closer to Q, bumping his hip against the man's lightly as he brings his hands up to Q's waist, looking down between them.

"You'll have a contract with me as long as you like. To be honest, I'd rather you'd be with me than anyone else. I thought that was pretty obvious."

There's a quiet scoff as Q points out, "That's because you're as subtle as a hammer."

But seeing as how they're both on the same page, Q decides that's quite enough talk and puts a hand to Wesley's chin, tugging him in for a kiss that's his usual brand of lingering, fond, and just a touch claiming. He then murmurs against Wesley's lips, "Where do you keep your lube?"

Because he can feel a certain 'tenseness' poking his hip now that Wesley's naked.

"I try, didn't know you wanted a battle ram coming at--" Wesley murmurs, a chuckle spilling out before Q's kiss shuts him up efficiently. He hums into it, fond and amused and so very pleased.

He sighs softly when Q pulls away to ask about the lube.

"In the drawer," he points at a nightstand.

Nodding, Q steps away to rifle around in the drawer, finding the lube and some condoms. The former he keeps in his hand, the latter he puts on top of the nightstand so it's in easy reach, and then he moves over to the bed, lying across it on his side and patting the space in front of him.

"Come here, pet."

Wesley doesn't miss the condoms being brought out. His brows quirk up but he says nothing, having learned not to question much of what Q has in his mind. Instead, he kicks away his jeans and lays on his side beside Q, facing him. He pulls some pillows down for both of them and then slides nice and flush against Q's front, thigh on top of his, the bottom of his foot brushing down along Q's calf.

There's an obvious question about no toys right on the tip of his tongue but he holds it back. Instead he takes Q's hand and puts it on his chest as he leans a bit onto his back, sliding his fingers up to the healed piercing going through one nipple.

There's a few new scars on him, faint lines on his sides and chest that will most likely heal and fade away completely. Right now they're pinkish red, patterning his skin in a curious way that seems almost intentional.

Q's hand is cool against the warm chest, but he doesn't immediately start toying with the nipple he's guided to, eyes instead quietly taking in the notable scars. Then he's deliberately meeting Wesley's eyes, brows quirked up in silent question. Is this something they need to talk about?

Wesley licks his lips as he follows the line of Q's gaze. It's not exactly good form to talk about other people when in bed with someone else, which is why there's a bit of nervousness in the shrug he gives and a quick: "Dominic likes knives." And cutting Wesley with them.

"I see," Q answers, quietly looking back down at the healing weals. "Do you?"

Q can accommodate most kinks, but he's admittedly never been too fond of drawing blood.

"It's complicated," Wesley replies quietly. If this would be pretty much anyone else, he would feel awkward talking about it, but he doesn't feel awkward about kink with Q. At all. He would give a different answer even to Dominic, because of emotional issues.

"I like the adrenaline burst that it gives me. It's a whole lot of fun as foreplay, uhm... But I did learn that I'm not fond of pain. I like the rush, and I like knowing that I can trust it never going anywhere else, if that makes sense." He purses his lips as he looks at Q, knowing that he's not going to meet any judgement, but wanting also to be understood. "Sort of like how it can be exciting to go at it with you in a public place because there's a little bit of... danger in it but I also know you would never put me through any humiliation."

"What we do is private," Q answers immediately. "Unless you want to be put on display for others, no one else is allowed to see what I do to you."

Still, Wesley raises a good point on the adrenaline rush. Q's lost in thought for a moment, fingertips tracing along one of the healing red lines. Something to explore at another time, perhaps.

For now, he lifts his hand to Wesley's chin, lightly grasping it as he leans in for a soft, lingering kiss that slowly builds up with heat.

"Yeah, I know," Wesley says softly, watching Q's face as he seems to get lost in his thoughts a little. "And I like that too," he points out with a quirk of a brow that might be a little challenging. He has found that he has a very limited kink for possessive displays, limited to very, very few people.

There's more that he could have said. Dominic taking the blade to his skin made him feel out of control in a way that reminded him a little bit of the elation that comes out of giving in and handing over the reigns completely. Or rather just short of that, not quite there. There's peace when you dare to dip over that edge. A topic for another time...

He lets out a soft hum as he leans into the kiss, right into Q in fact, sliding an arm around him to trail light fingers up and down his spine. He's easy to turn on with just a simple kiss, eagerly arching into it.

Q's spine might arch slightly under that light touch, but otherwise he remains still, focused on kissing Wesley, coaxing the assassin to give in (not that he needs much convincing). His hand slides down along the brunet's side, slipping around to loosely grasp a muscular thigh and tugging it up so Wesley's got a leg over Q's waist, leaving him nice and spread for pale, clever fingers to stroke along his crack.

Wesley is more than willing to open up, to give in, sliding in closer when Q nudges his leg further up. His hand is splaying at Q's back as he sucks in a sharp breath when Q's fingers slip between his butt cheeks.

He doesn't think he's ever been close to the man like this when Q has started to play with his ass or any part of him to be honest. Mostly he's been cuffed up or bent over a table or however the quartermaster has seen fit to bend him into an obedient pile of limbs. It's a long time coming and it leaves Wesley breathless now, a little bit overwhelmed with sheer sensation of warm skin against skin, Q's body pressed against his own.

It's warm and intimate in a way that Q probably doesn't grant Wesley enough, but perhaps that's something he should fix, considering how much the man thrives on it. Then again, maybe it's such a novel experience for Wesley because Q doesn't allow it often.

More things for the quartermaster to consider in private when he has the time.

For now, he smiles slightly as he breaks the kiss, letting his lips trail along a freckled cheek down to Wesley's jaw, settling over his fluttering pulse at his throat to suck lightly over. He's a mean multitasker though, so at the same time, his hand at Wesley's ass lifts away for a moment to uncap the lube, maneuvering it around to drizzle along the exposed taint, and then runs his fingers along it, spreading the slick around. Circling around and rubbing over the puckered entrance, even when Q's certain he could press a finger in with no resistance, he keeps teasing, nibbling at Wesley's throat at the same time with almost delicate pressure.

Wesley, starved for affection, is perfectly happy to melt against him, curl that leg around his waist to use it to pull himself closer. He rubs his pelvis against Q's while the man drags his mouth to his neck, Wesley's eyes closed and breath quick in Q's curling hair. He gasps when lube is squirted into his ass crack, eyes flaring open for a moment before relaxes again, hips lazily pushing back as if that would make Q get to it any quicker.

As much as he wants it, he doesn't hurry Q, not yet anyway. He's not ready to beg and demanding would only mean waiting for more. So, he bites his lip and finally buries his face to Q's neck, murmuring something incoherent there as he rocks his hips restlessly between the man's hips and his fingers, each touch making him tremble a little more.

The trembling and soft murmurs and the way Wesley practically burrows against him just make Q's heart swell with warm affection in his chest. He smiles against the top of Wesley's head, tucking his free arm around the back of it to cradle him close.

"Just like that," Q encourages, letting the affection and pride seep into his voice as he slowly presses two fingers into the willing body. "Breathe for me, pet."

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weh. :|