duplicitymemes | TDM #22

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TDM #22

« « « 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 highrise. 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.

Winter is here and snow flurries are common in the Up while the slush collects in the Down.

» » » ALL ABOARD

After stepping through the door and participating in orientation, LIERS are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERS at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park.

The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning.

« « « WINTER WONDERLAND

As a particularly heavy snowstorm blows across the city, Duplicity finds itself blanketed in white. The morning after the storm, many citizens seem to be in a particularly mischievous mood and snowballs are a common sight flying through the air. A projectile meant for someone else may hit you square in the face if you're not careful — and then it's on. Joining these impromptu snow battles is encouraged, no matter a person's designation, and even Submissives teaming up to pelt unsuspecting Dominants with snowballs is generally taken in the spirit of good fun. Not everyone is throwing snow, of course — some are rolling much larger balls and shaping them into lewd snow figures.

Those feeling chilled after playing in the snow may experience the urge to warm up with someone else, skin to skin. Whether they're a stranger or a familiar face, holding hands, kissing, or getting down and dirty with the nearest willing partner is invigorating. It might even be the only way to really feel warm again.

« « « DUBIOUS DELIVERIES

(cw: aphro, humiliation kink)

Want to make some quick cash? After exiting the train in the Down, there seems to be a questionable character hanging about the station. Dressed in a trenchcoat and looking more like a flasher than the businessman he claims to be, this shady recruiter offers easy money in exchange for a simple delivery. Just take a package and drop it off at the address on the label. Really, that's it! Stop asking questions.

Should characters decide to open the package themselves instead, they'll discover one of the following: glitter — so much glitter, lube (appears normal, but actually contains hot pepper and will cause more than a mild tingling sensation if used anywhere sensitive), a package of flavored condoms mysteriously labeled "every flavor" (none of them taste good), candy or perfume containing an aphrodisiac that, in addition to the usual libido-boosting effect, will also cause an intense craving for humiliation.

It seems to be one of those services that allows one to send anonymous prank gifts, and they're hiding behind LIERs as couriers. There's no return address or company information on or inside the package, except for a card marked Encoded Sin Corp — which does not seem to be a real company if the name is searched.

Whether characters end up delivering the package — maybe even to a fellow LIER — or get into some trouble along the way, someone is getting a nasty surprise.

« « « SURPRISES FOR SALE

(cw: aphro, dubcon, excessive fluids, exhibitionism, public use)

A small winter market has been set up along one of the major streets in the Up with stalls selling a variety of goods ranging from knitted hats and scarves, soaps, scented lotions, candles, jewelry, artwork and assorted crafts to hand-dyed bondage rope and kinky leather accessories. Food and drink stands are plentiful as well. Strings of lights crisscross the street between the roofs of the shops, providing a cheerful glow, and there are tables set up in the street itself for people to sit and chat while having a snack — if they can stand the cold.

Some of the most popular treats being sold are hot chocolate, eggnog, marshmallow snowmen, and sugar cookies decorated like snowflakes. Of course, their popularity may have something to do with the effects they produce when consumed.

• The hot chocolate simply gets one all hot and bothered.
• The eggnog may cause heavy production of sexual fluids, a desire to be filled or covered with someone else's cream, or all of the above.
• The marshmallow snowmen will make those who eat them want to invite others to use them as they please, desiring nothing more than to be molded into the perfect fucktoy.
• The sugar cookies seem to induce all sorts of different cravings — after all, no two snowflakes are alike!

These effects tend to last at least an hour and may, in some cases, last up to a full day.

One of the jewelry shops sells an unusual selection of compass pendants and bracelets. The compass arrows spin round and round lazily while the pieces are on display. Once worn, however, that changes. The arrow will settle on a direction, but instead of pointing north it will lead directly to another person. Perhaps you should speak to them? You may even begin to feel magnetically drawn to them yourself… In the event that two people have compasses that point them at each other, the attraction will be even stronger — nearly impossible to deny.

There is another shop which sells intricately designed pocket watches and small clocks. When these timepieces are stared at for an extended length of time or picked up and handled, characters will feel a brief but strong connection to their past and experience a vivid flashback to some moment that was, in whatever way, meaningful for them. After reliving the memory, they will feel compelled to speak about it to whoever is nearby.

« « « 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 likes it hot, they are a Dominant. If your character prefers the cold, they are a Submissive.

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!

Test Drive threads can be used as activity proofs for characters currently in-game.

Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!!

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"Good, I'll teach your body all the ways it can experience ecstasy," he coos, one of those hands working into the man's hair, fingers curling to pull ever so slightly.

There's the sound of footsteps and an appreciative glance from one of the cafe's workers and Dorian hails them closer. "A few napkins, please."

Not only do they bring over a couple of napkins, but a convenient box of wet wipes. It's nice to see strangers really getting into the feel of the city, isn't it? Gives you a modicum of hope for the LIERs.

Another whimper as his hair is tugged. He likes it. He likes it very much, indeed. "And I'll be good as gold."

He's looking forward to hearing more of those whimpers and watching the other man's body quake at his ministrations.

Getting cleaned off, sadly, requires his hands leave Isra's hair and back and Dorian reaches for the wipes as soon as they're available. "I simply ask that you tell me if I've gone or am going too far and ensure that you are satisfied when I'm done breaking you. Do you think you can do that for me, Isra?"

"Mmhmm. I can do my best." He could move, and should move, but it is a Great and Mighty Effort to reach back to the table and snag a wipe to clean himself up. It's not helped by the fact that he keeps leaning into Dorian's space and into his touch.

He is a very demanding cat and the belly is not a trap.

The sluggish speech and leaning are both good signs, so Dorian doesn't rush, simply wiping off his hands first before considering working Isra off of him.

"How much longer do you need, hm? I would like this mess cleaned before it dries so we can move on to a different setting." As much as he's sure the establishment wouldn't mind a Submissive being broken in on their property, Dorian would like a bit more privacy.

Settling on the seat beside Dorian is an inelegant process, but once he's there, it's easier to clean up and come back to himself.

"I don't think I can run a three minute mile, but a glass of water and five minutes'll set me right."

It's only once they're separated and Isra is settled beside him that Dorian realizes just how much of a mess he's made. A great deal of it happens to be on the other man, but he's never seen that much come out of himself or any other partner combined.

"Luckily I'm not going to ask that of you," Dorian says, moving the glass of water across the table, nearer where the other man sits.

It really is a lot of cum, but maybe that's standard for Dorian. Clearly, they'll both have to get off several more times for research purposes.

After a long drink of water, he seems a little more coherent and able to tidy himself up. It's not going to be ideal to get redressed, but it will do to get him to Dorian's place. "Very lucky, because I think I'd try. I still want, desperately want, to please you. As good as it felt to come, it feels better to obey."

Dorian finishes up the rest of his eggnog while Izra cleans up and then moves to put back on his clothing.

"Well now, I can't say I've ever been in the company of another who wants that," and he's been with some damn good submissives. "Once you're dressed, we can head back to my place and see just how much you'll obey."

"No? Something new for everyone today." One final wipe and he's wriggling back into his clothing, trying to get himself looking at least vaguely presentable.

"And, I'd like that. A lot. Just, yeah." He tugs his hat down over his ears and there's a bit of colour to his cheeks. "I like to think I'm pretty easy to train, and right now, I can't imagine anything better. I, uh, kinda want to be good for anyone, so on the way there, I'd appreciate it if you're able to keep a short leash on me."

Metaphorical or literal. He won't complain.

Once Isra is presentable enough, Dorian stands and pulls his scarf from out of the collar of is coat. "It may be a bit tight. Stay near to me and I shouldn't have to pull on it much."

Another first for the mage, since he's never put any kind of lead on someone and as he loops the fabric about the other man's neck, he gets the feeling that the pressure might be a relief.

Oh. Oh. That's lovely.

Once he's properly put on a leash, he smiles and breathes out, leaning towards Dorian. "Not a problem at all, boss. Or sir? What do you prefer?"

Isra smiles and reaches up, running his fingers over the scarf and where it's covering his collar. There are other people bustling about the cafe, but with the leash in place, he doesn't bother to look at any of them.

"'Boss' will do, thank you," because 'sir' makes him feel old and he will fight that feeling even when he's plagued by wrinkles and peppered with grey hair.

The fact that he makeshift leash is doing it's job more than pleases the mage and he takes a few steps to gauge how well the man can keep up that attention. There's not much slack on the scarf, but Dorian is prepared to hold it high and taut should the submissive's gaze stray.

"I like 'boss' too. Feels more personal." Eyes forward and on Dorian, Isra has no trouble keeping pace and close to his (temporary) Dom. It's easy to manage that when all his attention is focused on the one, simple task. Everything else seems to just fade away into irrelevance.

"Gotta say, this is a good way to shelve my worries about moving to a new city."

"Good. I like personal," even if they don't know each other. Dorian knows he could easily abuse the situation, but he trusts himself not to give in to the temptation too much. Besides, having such a willing stranger submit to him is a quite the rush and he wants it to be a positive experience to look back on for the both of them.

"I'm pleased I can be a welcome distraction for you," Dorian drawls, letting the other man lead long enough to open the door of the café for him.

"Will you tell me more about yourself?" It's not easy to ask things of Dorian, but Isra reasons with himself that this will also help him know what he wants in a partner. The longer they walk, the more his head is starting to feel a little fuzzy, like he's drifting and his only tether is his leash.

"Tell me about the things you like?"

"Of course, I see no reason why I wouldn't," though he's not certain what this man would like to know.

The leash is relaxed as they wait their turn to cross a street, the provided housing well-within sight from where they stand.

"I like wine, how complex it can be and exploring the flavors it pairs with. But I'm fairly indulgent, so I tend to pair my drink with more than just food."

Indulgent. That's not a shock. Dorian seems like the kind of man that knows what he likes and how to live a good life with it.

"Wish I could say I knew a lot about wine, but outside 'grape', it's all mystery to me."

"You don't drink?" Dorian knows a few people who keep away from alcohol, so he won't be too terribly disappointed should the man's answer be no.

A gentle tug on the lead and the mage walks Isra to the entrance of the apartment.

Ngk. Please, tug him around.

As much as he wants to keep up, a little jerk there gets him weak-kneed and all the more eager.

"I can, but most of the guys I worked and lived with, they were either beer, vodka, or on duty." Hopefully not all at once.

"I see, well, I enjoy beer as well- it's criminally easy to drink," and refreshing in a way that most of his preferred brews are not.

Dorian doesn't give the leash any slack until they're at the door to his apartment, but the tension is returned as he guides Isra inside.

"Good beer certain is, and bad beer is still tolerable in a way that bad wine isn't." Once they're inside his flat, Isra can't help the little, almost desperate noise he makes. Finally, a bit of privacy and Dorian can do whatever he'd like. It's just delicious.

As soon as the door shuts behind them, Dorian guides Isra into his living room and tugs the leash so that the other man can get up in his personal space.

"We can talk about drinks later, but it's a bit too warm in here for all these layers. Why don't you help me get this all of, hm?" He wants to see how well his clothes are handled and how Isra reacts without clear instruction once he's stripped.

"My pleasure." Isra's gaze goes a little soft and unfocused when he's tugged closer, but he's able to get himself back together. Carefully, he begins to undress Dorian - he takes his time, making sure that he does it well, doesn't tug on any buttons or zips too hard.

Once Dorian is nude, and his clothing has been carefully folded and put aside, he drops to his knees and looks up.

Rather than aroused, Dorian is content and satisfied, staring down the length of his naked body to the man on his knees.

"Let's see... what can you do for me?" Dorian coos and crosses his arms over his chest. Sure he knows what he wants to do to Isra, but that's not quite what the other man wants. "Why don't you strip as well, I want to see you get off on obeying me."

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