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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Standing around and grunting to intimidate?

[ It’s a response that doesn’t demand an answer; she mostly reaches for it as something to say that doesn’t revolve around the subject of being increasingly more aroused, and for the first time since they started walking she wonders if he can pick up the changes in her scent, the warming of her skin, the quickening of her breathing.

Whatever they’re about to pursue, it’s technically illegal under the city’s laws, but she’s convinced those would have a hard time keeping him from something he wants — if it’s her who falls under that category right at this moment, even if they haven’t significantly touched one another. She knows as soon as contact is initiated, though, all of her remaining self-control will cease to exist.

She does pause at the edge of the street, waiting to cross once it’s cleared, and her gaze briefly finds his face then, eyes holding a note of apology although the words don’t make it from her. ] How was it between us? Before?

Tense, fraught. You didn't seem to want a lot to do with me.

( and yes, he can understand that. he knows what he'd done with the djinn and what he'd cost her. apologizing wasn't going to be enough but he hadn't really known what he could do.

he sighs and looks forward, not facing her just yet. )

You blamed me for a great many things. And nothing I said could really change your mind.

[ She doesn't have to consider very long or deeply to venture an internal guess about the most recent memories she'd possessed before her arrival here; if she'd been insistent on pushing him away, on creating her own divide between them, it had most likely stemmed from a desire to prove that the djinn's power held no sway here, that she could control the circumstances of any encounter they'd have.

Now, it says something all its own that she has not thought about the djinn in a very long time, that there are other thoughts that arise to take their place when she briefly glances in his direction to find the strength of his profile as he avoids her gaze. ]

I did miss you, when you weren't there. [ The confession that falls from her in the wake of his reply might in part be driven by the inner heat that compels her to want to reach out and take his hand too, but more than that, she wants to give him something that will draw his eyes back to her; selfishly, she misses him looking at her in a way that has nothing to do with barely-contained fury. ]

Hm.

( he doesn't look over, focusing forward since he can only guess that she's getting more and more worked up the longer that they're walking. his shoulders do slump a bit and he glances at her after a moment. )

All right. ( he takes a slow breath but doesn't slow his pace down. ) I missed you as well.

( the words are quiet, murmured while he walks. )

[ It's more than she anticipated making him aware of — but her first instinct is to blame the cocoa, whatever she's consumed where the effects are becoming more and more difficult to suppress the longer they move without her finding a means to sate them.

It means she's focusing more on clutching her hand into a fist and flexing her fingers back out again, trying to redirect sensation to a place other than the growing ache between her legs — and it also means that she's distracted, less focused on her surroundings than she should be. ]

Are we nearly there?

[ She doesn't hold back the spike of impatience from her voice, rising arousal adding to a sharper edge in her words before she can bite them back. ]

It's just ahead.

( they've been walking long enough that the house is finally in view and though geralt doesn't speed up, he does look over at her to let her know that they're close. most of the city has given way to a more private setting.

it's not a house she'll have probably imagined him and while the space is a little much, he knows it's not just him. )

So yes, we're nearly there.

[ It's better for her to focus on her surroundings, on placing one foot in front of the other, on looking ahead to the house that is quite honestly more lavish than she ever expected for him in particular — because the moment she stops dwelling on all of those things and sets her attention on him standing her first and foremost, she doesn't think she'll be able to keep herself back from him anymore.

Still, her surprise and bemusement register in her expression as they stop in front of the property and she looks upward, examining the structure, brows knitting together. ]

You do seem to have done quite well for yourself.

( geralt grimaces because he doesn't want to feel like he has. he doesn't want to feel like he's settled or anything close to it because he knows this isn't permanent. )

I've been here awhile and I needed the space.

( he'd been able to work and save for a very long time. )

Come on. It's just a house. Let's go inside.

( he's fairly sure she wants the privacy now. )

Ah, yes, I almost forgot. For your many submissives.

[ She says it more distractedly rather than a statement that would be considered judging or possess more bite; the effects of the cocoa are worsening to such a degree that the next step she takes prompts a sudden unfurling of sensation from within her center and she presses a hand to her midsection, biting down hard on her lip to stifle a whimper from emerging.

She hates this, hates that she's even been put in a position where she has to rely on his assistance — but at the same time, she wants him to touch her so badly that she almost can't breathe, and yet she can't be the one to ask for it, not yet.

She follows him into the house, not closely or trodding on his heels, but quickly enough that when he closes the door to ensconce them within she sways in the entrance space for a moment, finally throwing one hand out to the nearest wall to brace herself as another wave of heat courses through her body. ]

( if he didn't know any better, he'd think she was injured or in pain. but he does know and he hesitates for a second before he steps up closer to her and finally rests a hand on her back.

he knows what he's doing, how she might react but he also knows that he wants to help her and he just wants to touch her. it feels like it's been longer than it has and he's missed her.

even when she was here, he was missing her. )

Yennefer?

[ To a lesser eye, the manner in which her spine rolls beneath the touch of his hand could resemble a flinch — but she knows he'll feel it for what it really is: a shiver, as she tries to fight the rising sensations caused not only by the drink but the fact that he's put a hand on her to begin with, wanting to do nothing more than to let herself sink into it.

She has to collect herself, gather herself back together, but in spite of those mental insistences she finds herself curving back into his touch, swaying until the back of her is nudged against his front, shoulderblades pressed to the breadth of his chest. ]

Say it again. [ She swallows once, hard, turning her head only slightly — not looking at him straight-on, but out of the corner of her eye as her hand strays down to grasp for his. ] My name, like that.

( he's not used to this from a yennefer in this city. previously, she'd kept herself away from him as much as she could until she couldn't but this yennefer moves against him willingly and he automatically slides an arm around her waist, keeping her there. )

Yennefer.

( her name slips from his lips as he laces his fingers with hers, giving it a squeeze. )

Yennefer.

[ He hasn't held her like this since they reunited at Melitele's — and even then it had been soft, tentative, both of them almost refusing to believe what was right in front of them until they'd reached for it, his lips warming to more certainty against her own. This feels like more of the same, with her not fully sinking into him yet, tension lingering in her frame until he slips an arm around her and pins her back into his body. ]

Touch me. [ From her lips, quiet, it could almost be a question, a plea; she wants his palms, larger and rougher than her own, cupping and squeezing over her tits, his fingers thick and stretching out her cunt, his cock inside her and making her forget to draw a gasp.

It doesn't matter that they're still only in the foyer where any one of his houseguests could walk through that door; she's too impatient, too greedy to wait any longer, and she turns at the waist, just enough that she can claim his mouth with hers as her other hand cups the back of his neck, urging him down to her for that hungry kiss. ]

( they should move. there's people that could walk in and see them and while he doubts it would scandalize them, he'd prefer not to have to stop to move if he can help it. but it's also very hard to think about that when she's turning, when she's pulling him down for a kiss, when she's telling him to touch her.

he's powerless to resist and he does touch her, hands going around her to squeeze at her ass, align their hips while he kisses her with the intent of leaving them both breathless.

maybe some awareness will dawn and he'll move them but right now, he just wants to do this. it feels like it's been longer than it has and he sinks into it, into her. )

[ His hands come down on her, not tentative in the slightest but groping, almost greedy in how he palms over her through her coat and the long skirt of her dress; her arms are winding up around him, and when he squeezes her ass it makes her gasp, makes her lips part against his, makes it easier for tongues to stroke and tangle.

She's torn, all at once, between staying right here and having this out in the hallway or letting him show her to whatever rooms he keeps so she can seize advantage of privacy behind closed doors and explore every part of him she's been waiting to re-define in her memory. But there's something almost more intoxicating about neither of them being able to resist each other, and she wonders if he's tasting some of the cocoa on her lips now, if any of its effects will be transferred over to him, if he'll end up as compelled to satisfy his inner heat as she is.

It's more than needing him for the convenience of it, though, and she's aware of that as she hikes one of her knees up along the outside of his thigh, tries to align them so she can rock herself against the front of his body, so she can feel where he's hard. It's not enough to slake her need, but it takes some of the edge off, grinding on him like this, using the friction to her advantage. ]

( he'd been trying to figure out if he should just move them elsewhere or keep them there but she answers the question by aligning their hips together, slotting them in a way they've been many times before. they still fit. that thought strikes him hard and he shudders before he backs her up and into a wall, pressing her into the hard surface while he leans in, rocking his hips into hers.

his mouth drags down her neck and he bites at her shoulders, hands reaching down to try and hike her skirt up. he encourages her to hold it at her waist so he can sneak a hand underneath and press his palm against her cunt, rubbing the fabric of her panties against her while he rocks forward. )

[ Her back hits the wall hard enough for the kiss to temporarily break, her mouth peeling away from his with a soft sound, but he seizes advantage of it to redirect his attention elsewhere, ducking his head to nip against her throat and the junctures of her shoulders. It's not until she feels the cool air against her legs that she realizes he's trying to drag her skirt up, hitch it up higher, and she lifts her hips away from the wall to tuck the fabric behind herself, clearing it out of the way seconds before he dips a hand between her thighs.

One touch of his hand would have been enough to reduce her knees to uselessness, but then he rubs, using the friction of her underwear against her and she nearly sobs from it already, the oversensitivity brought on by the cocoa meaning that she's damnably soaked through the fabric even before he starts.

It's not enough; she needs more than that, and he knows it too, but it feels like he's purposefully working her up so he can make her come even harder eventually, and she whispers, feverish and frantic and still trying to boss him around. ] Put your fingers inside me.

( at this point in his life, geralt's very used to yennefer bossing him around. he used to be more resistant than he is now but when they both want the same thing, he's not going to be stubborn for too long. he doesn't immediately give into her demands, still rubbing her through her underwear before he has mercy and gives them a tug so they slide down her legs.

geralt nudges her legs apart with his boot and then slides his hand down the front of her, trailing between her breasts and down her stomach before he moves it between her legs. she's wet and hot and he shudders once before he presses two fingers inside of her without preamble. she's ready and she's already given the order so he doesn't see the need to be gentle and slow.

he gives her one moment before he presses those fingers deep and watches her face for the reaction he knows will come. )

[ Perhaps she should expect that he won't immediately concede to her, but find his own way to comply with her demands — and they are demands at that, because she's too impatient, too needy to wait for what she's wanted, would likely want even without the additives of the cocoa making her this desperate for it. She's barely able to wrest her ankle free of that sodden material before he wedges her feet apart, spreading her wider, and something about being held open for him like this, every part of the aroused flesh between her legs on full display, makes her shudder with heightened awareness.

It doesn't matter that she's practically dripping; his fingers are still big, much more than her own when they sink into her, and she feels only the pleasure of being stretched rather than the burn that can result when she's too hasty, not wet enough for it. It's only the glorious feeling of having those thick digits shoved up into her cunt that remains, and she hisses sharply through her teeth — but a louder moan spills out when he presses them even deeper, almost in to the second knuckle now.

She's breathing harder, more roughly, through slightly parted lips, her eyes almost magnetized to his while her cunt flutters around his fingers almost in spite of herself, like it's trying to draw them in deeper, like it's already begging to be fucked. ]

( geralt doesn't relent, pressing his fingers as deeply as possible before he gives them a quick curl inside of her and then slides them out, thumb brushing against her clit feather light for a few seconds before the pressure firms up and he thumbs over that sensitive area constantly.

geralt leans in and catches her panting mouth with a harder kiss, swallowing up some moans before he pulls away and decides to add a third finger to see how far he could stretch her and how much she could take. he wants to see if she'll come on his fingers or insist on his cock.

his tongue swipes at her jaw and he says her name against her ear while he thrusts those three fingers inside of her roughly. )

[ It's unfair, the ways in which he already knows how to play her body, where he knows to position his focus in terms of the quickest methods of building on the arousal that's become impossible to deny. It feels like a yawning beast inside her, one that's been straining to be unleashed, and now that it has she wants to keep feeding it until she can bed it back down again, until these effects have finally worn off — but maybe not even then. What's to stop her from seizing advantage of the privacy this house gives them to fuck him in his bed, or on the dining room table, or in the center of the floor in the kitchen?

Her hand flies up and smacks against his forearm before her fingers grip and dig in for a hold, his tendons flexing and shifting beneath her grasp, and when he fits a third finger into her alongside the rest she makes a keening sound, head thumping back against the wall. She can't even summon up the strength to move, to fuck herself on his hand, when he's thrusting them in her cunt this hard, churning her wetness; her hips rock outward and she uses her shoulders to brace herself as she nearly goes up onto her toes, body tensing with it. ]

Don't you dare stop, don't — [ The pressure is indescribable; she feels like a dam about to burst, building and building until there's nowhere for it to go but released from her, but instead of coming quickly she only ascends higher and higher as he works her over so furiously she can hear the slick sounds of it. A frustrated scream dies in her throat and she clutches onto him, knowing he'll make her come but only after this brief little torment where she teeters right on the verge of climax. ]

( wouldn't it just be terrible if he did stop with his fingers still inside of her? but no, he's not going to do that. he's not going to deny her this because he knows that it has to be killing her to be so, so wound up and having had to wait to do anything about it.

he braces a hand against her hip and thrusts his fingers inside of her, thumb rubbing against her clit every single time he rocks those fingers inside of her. he swallows, watching her come apart against his wall, on his fingers and he doesn't think he's going to stop until she's come apart. he thinks he wants to watch her like this after what feels like a long, long time apart.

his fingers don't relent, his pace doesn't slow. he keeps pressing his fingers inside of her over and over again, going as deep as he's able before he twists them and pulls them out, making sure to pay attention to her clit when he moves his fingers back inside. )

[ If he were to stop, she'd let more than a few curse words fly free; she's likely already doing it now, interspersed with harsher gasps for breath and louder moans, but she's too lost in pleasure to really consider anything that's coming out of her mouth right now. The fact that it's his hand working so steadily between her thighs, fingers stirring her harder and faster, rather than some image she's using to fuel her own touch — she didn't think she'd missed this between them that much, but she has.

She knows she can gyrate against his fingers a little harder now and he'll be able to take it, bear it with his strength, but she can't match his tempo when she's already spiraling higher and closer to her climax — and what's more, watching her do it.

Her gaze is locked to his now, unyielding, and when he pulls his fingers out of her she almost sobs at the lack, the emptiness, before he feeds them back inside; the next curving thrust, the next slide of his thumb over her clit is finally what does it and she bites down on her lower lip nearly hard enough to draw blood as she finally comes in a rippling squeeze around those three digits while her release soaks his palm. ]

( she make a mess of his hand and if he weren't so focused on her, he might smile. but he is going to remember this, possibly remind her of it later. for now though, he keeps his fingers moving, wanting to touch her through that orgasm until she's too sensitive that she can't take it any longer.

his thumb brushes lazily over her clit, back and forth, before he stops that and just holds her, fingers still inside of her while she shivers and shudders and comes down. that should take the worst of the edge off from that cocoa but he's loathe to part with her just yet. )

[ Her climax staves the most urgent edge off of her need, and the relief of it floods through her in the meantime as she shakes almost uncontrollably, inwardly grateful that he doesn't move to immediately pull his fingers out. She wants him to stay inside while she writhes through every sensation, knowing he can likely feel her inner walls clenching and squeezing around him; it's the same when it's his cock inside her, and part of her shudders at the mere present thought of him replacing his fingers with something much larger.

Truly, she should be pushing him away, asserting the distance between them the first chance she gets, but instead she clutches onto him, fingers twisting in his shirt, chin tipping up just enough so that she can skim her mouth against his — seeking, searching, still wanting more. She could very well make it back to her own living quarters on her own power, deal with the sticky residue of her release between her thighs, but now she's just greedy enough to attempt to seize more from him while it's only the two of them alone together. ]

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