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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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The touch made him shiver, laying his head back on the couch like a cat stretching out in the sun as she made him that offer. Her ass had appeal --obviously, of course it did -- but he wanted to make her feel good more than he really cared about which hole.

So what he did, instead of answering, was that first he shed his boxers, kicking them to the floor. Then he tugged her over until she was in his lap, straddling him. He was sort of slouched down on the couch now, propped up head and shoulders as he rested one hand on her hip and took himself in hand with the other. A guttural sound broke from his throat as he rubbed himself against her, the head of his cock rubbing at her clit, down over her cunt and back as far as her other hole, then back the other way. The feeling of her so hot and wet against him had him shivering, aching to be inside her, but he wanted to let her choose: front door or back?

She shifted as much as she could, climbing into his lap as much as he tugged her into place. Her knees hugged his hips, her hands bracing herself on either side of his head. The sound he made caused her muscles to clench tight, reminding her just how empty she was, how much she wanted him in her. But he was teasing her, teasing them both. The brush of his cock on her clit drew a whimper from her, the oversensitive bundle protesting as her hips twitched.

Caitlin had asked him what he wanted, and he was asking her in return. Like he just put down the sexual Reverse Uno card on her. The head of his ghosted past her entrance, slipping back to touch her other hole. She wasn't sure she could choose, but maybe she had an idea instead. "We... we need lube." And maybe she should explain. "If you're up to putting a finger or two or... while we fuck."

Quentin's eyes widened a little, and he nodded. "Yeah, I can, um..." He did a quick spell with one hand, a series of precise finger motions, and his fingers turned shiny and slick. He held it up, a little bashful. "It, um, adapts to make as much as we need."

He reached up with the other hand, cupping the side of her neck to bring her down to kiss him, eyes closed as he put some feeling into it. The other hand reached around her hip, finding her hole and petting it gently with slick fingers, not even putting any pressure yet, just getting the skin there used to being touched.

He may have been a little bashful, but she was amazed. That was lube. That was lube with just a very precise and complicated gesture that she could never do. Was it the movements that did that? Or did he just have super lube meta abilities? "That is so cool," she murmured against his lips before yielding to the kiss.

Her body jumped as his fingers touched her back door. Partly because this was still a newer sensation for her. She'd done anal, done it a few times, but it was only with one or two people before. But the thought of it now felt incredibly hot and irresistible. Fingers and getting fucked at the same time? It might be overwhelming, but she was already sensitive and still wanting to get him inside her.

Since his hands were occupied, one of her own slipped between their bodies, wrapping firmly around the base of his cock, steadying it so she could lower her down.

Quentin let out a groan as she sank down on him. Fuck, that was good. He kissed her again as he started to put more pressure with his fingers, massaging a bit, his own breath hitching when a fingertip slipped in. He didn't have the coordination to do this and also thrust, at least not in this position, so moving was up to her, but he managed to push his finger in further, gentle, ready to withdraw if she flinched. One finger shouldn't be difficult for someone who'd done it before, though, she didn't seem like this was her first time ever.

It was almost too much, taking him in like that. Even though she moved slowly, her body tensed to keep gravity from just drawing her down like a sheath falling over a sword, she groaned her way through it, inch by painstaking inch. What he'd finished just moments ago had helped to open her up some, made her beyond wet enough to avoid any unpleasant friction. But feeling him fully inside her, she whined softly as she gave herself a moment to adjust.

His fingertip pushed into her, and her eyes opened a little wider at the sensation. She didn't flinch or try to pull away; the digit was plenty slick and she'd tried to focus on not tightening up on him there. Now she'd have to also focus on not moving too fast so she didn't dislodge his touch there. Slowly, she began to lift her hips and drop them again, working in small, short movements.

Unfortunately, their movement was limited by the nature of what they were doing here. If it became a real problem Quentin could have Caitlin move -- this would be a lot easier if she were bent over and facing away. But they were making it work for now, so he just sat back and let her move, keeping his finger inside her, moving it a little if she ever paused. He kept his eyes on her face, looking for discomfort as he started to rub a second finger along her rim, teasing it without pushing in yet.

They stayed like that for a small while—Caitlin slowly, shallowly riding Quentin's cock while having one of his fingers in her ass and a second one teasing that ring of muscle. It was good, it felt so good, but she wanted more. She wanted to be able to nearly come off his length only to feel him bottoming out in her as she dropped her hips. Part of her wished she could move her hands, put one of her clit to touch and rub despite the lingering sensitivity.

Fuck. She started to move faster, grinding against him when he was fully inside her. He could put that second finger in; she imagined it would only feel good.

She seemed ready, so he slid the second one in, biting his lip as he watched her face. She was gorgeous, and watching the pleasure on her was just as good as the feel of her.

He definitely couldn't get any further with the fingers, though. "Hang on, hang on," he breathed. "We can, um, this'll be easier if..." He took his fingers back and gently urged her off him, then over, facing the back of the couch.

Quentin got up too, getting up on his knees behind her on the couch. "Yeah?" he asked, rubbing himself against her cunt again, so all she had to do to take him was push her hips back, and he would have room to work with her ass.

Her movements slowed, then stopped, as he pushed that second finger inside her. Her eyes fluttered closed, her mouth opening with a low groan while she waited for him to move his fingers some, in and out and again. The stretch eased but came back as she started to move again, as she lifted and dropped her hips.

And then he was stopping her. The first 'hang on' was enough to halt her, despite the urging to continue that was practically in her blood. But she wasn't so far gone that she couldn't exercise the barest amount of self-control. She half-stood as he coaxed her off his lap, still leaning against him and the couch for balance, before turning and climbing onto the seat next to him, facing the back of the couch.

Okay. Okay, this could work. She wouldn't be able to kiss him like this or to get her hands in his hair, but that would be okay. Bracing her hands on the couch, she rolled her hips back against him, feeling the head of his cock slot to her entrance and slide in. From this angle, he'd need to thrust, too; he wouldn't be able to brace himself similarly with one hand working her ass.

They probably weren't exactly going to be done after this, so it was fine, probably, to have this just be for...utility. Feeling good, getting off. He did want to make her feel good, more than anything, that need to be of use burning inside him. He rested his hand against his lower abdomen, just above his dick, so that moving his hips also moved his fingers in tandem. Yes, this worked. This worked perfectly. He could only hope it was working for her, too.

The sensitivity had turned to heat, turned to need under her skin. She was feeling good all over, good turning into great as he started to move his hips. This position was so much better for this. Now, he was really able to push his fingers into her, the digits still slick with the magic that he used. Two fingers was enough, more than enough. They were slim enough to not be overwhelming, but the pair of them together gave her that feeling of fullness, of stretching. She gasped with each thrust, and before too long, she was pushing her hips back at him, her own movements trying to coax him along.

The sounds she was making encouraged him, bracing his free hand on the back of the couch and fucking into her the best he could, looking for the pace that made her moan the loudest. He didn't know how much longer he could wait, but he was determined to make her come first, to serve well.

The sensation was amazing. It almost felt like there wasn't enough room inside her for his cock and his fingers, feeling unbelievably full. His every thrust drove him deeper into her, and her body responded, her muscles clenching around his shaft and his digits. The pressure building in her reached a tipping point. "I'm gonna... oh god. I'm gonna come again. I'm—"

Her words broke off, interrupted as her body tensed and her mouth opened in a yawning, trembling moan.

Quentin couldn't help the guttural sound he made and the shudder that ran through him as she clenched, but he stayed still. He let his fingers slip free after she'd ridden it out, shaking a little, his cock still hard inside her. He hadn't come, was trying so hard not to even as he teetered on the edge. That desire to be good and useful was still swirling through his brain, even though said brain was the consistency of applesauce. Good useful boys waited, good useful boys weren't greedy, didn't come too soon. Was it too soon? He didn't even know.

His sounds, that shudder, it was incredibly gratifying as her climax ebbed. He withdrew his fingers from her, leaving her with an oddly empty feeling where she'd never felt it before. But he was still inside her. Still inside her and... still hard? Her mind cleared from that wave of pleasure, her afterglow dulled by the realization that he hadn't come. "Quentin?" Caitlin turned her head, craning her neck to look at him behind her.

"Are you okay?" There was worry in her voice. "Was it... was it not good for you?" He could have been doing things just for her sake. Making the sounds. The shudder would have been harder, but she was sure it could just be demonstrative.

Quentin could only make a needy sound. Between the aphro swirling in his mind -- be good, be useful, be a proper little fucktoy -- and how badly he did want to come, he couldn't form words. His hips still worked in little motions as he tried to get his brain in order enough to make a decision, or figure out words, or something.

"I wanna..." He trailed off before he got anywhere with that. "Have to...be good..." He buried his face in the crook of her neck, panting and shaking a little against her.

He was... he was not coming for her benefit? She could still feel his hips moving under her, his still-hard cock moving in her. Having already come twice, she could probably come again, but now she was resolved not to until he's come once.

She put a hand on the back of his head, fingers sliding into his hair. "Come now, Quentin. You've been good, and you need to come now."

There was a deep, shuddering exhale, and Quentin's hips moved again. It only took a few thrusts before he pushed deeper, gasping, and then again with a cry, coming deep inside her. He shook through it, face buried in her shoulder, then relaxed with another shuddering exhale. He pulled out and flopped over next to her on the couch, panting with the force of it.

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