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TDM #31
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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 LIEs 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 LIEs 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 for all new and past arrivals. It's the hottest part of the summer. Prepare to sweat. |
 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. |
 (cw: aphrodisiacs, dub-con, groping, public nudity, public sex) It's summertime! To beat the heat, LIEs has decided to throw a pool party directly following Orientation at one of the city's public pools! Attendance is mandatory for new arrivals and strongly encouraged for everyone else. New arrivals are provided with (skimpy) swimsuits to wear, but LIERs who have been in the city a while have the option of bringing their own gear. Of course, skinny dipping is allowed as well, and there are many spots on deck for people to tan themselves. Speaking of tanning, why not help out a fellow LIER by rubbing some lotion on them? Or, if you want to avoid a burn, get someone to put sunscreen on your back? The formulas of the complementary products that LIEs provide may or may not have a mild aphrodisiac added to them, but at least you won't burn and you may get that nice golden tan you've been chasing — all over! While one end of the pool is reserved for people to splash around in or float casually, there are numerous games and water activities for people to join in on as well: In a sexy twist on Marco Polo, though in Duplicity the call and response is "lucky" and "get me," the seeker must try and tag other players by tugging at their swimsuits. They'll be rewarded with 30 seconds of foreplay, groping and whatever else they can accomplish within the time frame. Dominant and Submissive pairs face off against one another in piggyback chicken fights or jousts using inflatable toys and suggestively shaped pool noodles. Are those dildos stuck to the bottom of the pool? You bet! Dive down and retrieve them before handing them to the next person behind you to toss in and dive for or just collect as many as you can. There is, of course, the option of using said dildo on yourself or someone else for others to watch and enjoy on the pool deck. No judgment here. For those who prefer a slightly more private option, there are curtained cabanas available and it's easy enough to duck inside with a partner for a quick tryst. |
 (cw: aphrodisiacs, dub-con, altered mental states, miscellaneous kink) Whether it's the obnoxious, telltale jingle that signals the arrival of ice cream trucks, or the vehicles happen to be spotted in their various parking spots all around Duplicity — including some smaller carts made to navigate the narrower streets of the Down, it's obvious that they're popular considering the warm summer weather. It seems the locals can't get enough of the cool, sweet treats on offer — and, even better, the trucks are offering free samples in addition to selling regular sizes. Popsicles and soft serve ice cream are on the menu, and each frozen bite has its own unique set of effects. The menu: Want sprinkles with that? Enjoy your added aphro! |
 (cw: dub-con/non-con, pet play, leash and collar, training/discipline, exhibitionism) A new public park has recently been built on a formerly empty lot in the Up. The bigger sign on the gate reads "Dog Park," and the smaller sign adjacent to it includes the posted rules that all people need to abide by in order to enter. If you're curious about what such a structure entails (after all, there are dogs in Duplicity), you're in luck: today, there's a meet-and-greet being hosted for pets and their owners, sponsored by a local "pet" shop, with banners advertising the event posted at each end of the park. This is a Dog Park, alright, but it's intended for a very specific kind of play involving the LIERs who want to wear the collars in question as well as the LIERs who are interested in holding their leashes. Even if you've never harbored an interest in it before, don't worry — random bystanders will be enthusiastically pressured to join in by event volunteers, so you might find yourself wearing a collar or holding a leash in very short order regardless. All pets must be collared and leashed properly in order to enter the Dog Park, and owners must remain in close proximity to their pets at all times. There are toys for tugging and fetching, a few pieces of special playground equipment, and more than enough space to run around. There will also be obedience challenges issued to various pairs at random, just to see how in sync both pet and owner are with one another. If you decide to participate and remain on your best behavior, you might even earn a nice treat in addition to a pat on the head. The pet shop will be handing out goodie bags consisting of take-home collars, as well as animal tail plugs and other sex toys and gear, to everyone who takes part in the event, willingly or not. |
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 the assignments are OOCly 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 is a night owl, they are a Dominant. If your character prefers the daytime, 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 tag on 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!! |
𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄
Tasty treat in hand, and half wolfed down before the grape popsicle could even start to melt in the slightest, Bel hastily ordered up a second one as well. Only to glance around before spotting a decent shady spot on the curb nearby. One that happened to have a pretty blonde lass already camped out, and enjoying her own frozen delight as well.
Of course the polite thing to do would probably be to ask for permission to sit there beside her. Yet the newly arrived dom demon was a bit more focused on enjoying his treat, and less preoccupied with manners at the moment. However after taking a seat beside Buffy on the curb, he paused mid lick to glance over at the girl and her vanilla soft serve dessert. "I've never really given much thought to how far human food has come over the last few thousand years, but had I known it was this good...well I probably would've happily left Hell behind ages ago."
For just a moment or two Bel's brow furrowed in confusion; not really sure on why he had said anything at all, much less admitted where he came from. But instead of dwelling on it for long the demon shrugged it off, and shifted his attention to the treat in her hand. "I uh, anyways...looks like you skipped loading up with all the free toppings. You prefer it that way, or just didn't have a chance to heap on all those colorful sprinkles and little crumbly cookies pieces?"
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Momentarily ignoring her melting ice cream, Buffy turns his admittance over in her head, deciding just how to address it. Not only is it not the strangest thing anyone's ever said to her but, Buffy's personally known a few demons, and a vampire, who spent time (centuries) in Hell. Okay, technically a Hell dimension but eh, same thing, right? "Don't get me wrong, food is great and all but I gotta tell you, there are other things – better things worth leaving Hell for." Is what she goes with. Remembering the cone in hand, Buffy's tongue slowly, and suggestively, licks up and down the sides of the cone, greedily lapping at the vanilla treat.
"I didn't know they had toppings." She frowns, briefly looking away and back toward the ice cream truck in disappointment. "If I did I definitely would've gotten sprinkles." Who doesn't like sprinkles on ice cream? "What about you, have you had the ice cream? If you haven't I could go get you some if you'd like. I don't mind, really." Without realizing it, she's inched closer to Bel, only stopping once the side of her thigh touches his. "If you don't want ice cream then whatever you want I'll get...or do." The last is whispered out as a plea, hoping he'll tell her what he wants. Because God, is she suddenly desperate to give him anything and everything she can.
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The fact that she hadn't gotten her sprinkles, or even known that toppings were an option, should have just made him chuckle or smirk. But instead something within the ancient creature actually yearned to see her smile. Oh he was a dom, and free to do as he pleased for the most part...but it was clear that Buffy was such a good eager sub. One so happy and willing to please. Which left him longing to make sure that she was treated right.
So after mulling it over for a few silent seconds, and taking her offer to get or do whatever he wanted, the demon reached out and so gently caressed the back of his hand against her cheek and ear. Even tenderly brushing a bit of her hair back behind her ear too. "I'll tell you what, kitten. Since you are a good girl, well why don't I go get you some sprinkles while you strip off those clothes of yours. And when I get back you can take a seat on my lap, and ride my cock for a bit while you finish your ice cream. Then after that, well I think I'll use a few toppings, and a scoop or two of the yummy ice cream, to turn you into a tasty little ice cream sundae...one that I can have fun licking and lapping up. Now how's that sound?"
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Brimming with anticipation, wondering what he'll want from her, she lets some of it spill out in the way she bounces her legs. But all of that dissipates the moment he touches her and she nearly melts at the contact, eyes fluttering shut. Her face flushes, cheeks pink as the color of nail polish she's wearing and she whimpers. The image he's just painted for her is, "Perfect." She answers honestly. "I promise to show you how good I can. I'll be such a good girl riding your cock..." Opening her eyes she pauses, staring at him curiously, "I liked being called kitten but I need something to call you." Be it his actual name or a random one, or a title, she needs to know who to scream for when she finishes more than just the ice cream.
Even though he hasn't left yet, the need to serve him urges her to her feet, never taking her eyes off of him. Once up she moves to get a head start on the task he gave her. Peeling the tank top up and over, Buffy's left in the cream-colored lace bra she'd arrived with, pebbled nipples peeking from under the sheer fabric. "Do you want me to keep stripping here or do you want me to go across the street to the park and find us a bench?"
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Of course her reaction to his light touch was delightful, as was that tiny whimper that so easily fell from Buffy's soft lips as well. Though when she opened her eyes; casting her gaze at him again, and asked what to call him, the demon flash a smile. "The name is Belphegor. But you, kitten, are free to call me Bel...or even Master if you'd prefer." Up until now Bel had played with a few other subs, but hadn't yet found one worth taking on full time. However, something about Summers just had the ancient denizen of the underworld earnestly considering contracting with her.
Hell, just the way she so quickly rose to her feet and peeled off that tank top without giving it a second thought, had Belphegor's smile growing brighter. However when she asked if she should continue, or go find them a bench at the close by park, he went silent for a moment. Instead of saying a word, or issuing a command, the demon decided to offer up a little treat right now. Mostly because she really was a very good girl, and had proven that with both her words and actions alike.
A single hand reached out in her direction. Not touching the girl at all, but as that hand was held up Bel let a bit of his power flow. Until that telekinetic force was suddenly felt, like unseen hands, so lightly groping her breasts there beneath Buffy's bra. Cupping and kneading them gently, while invisible fingers seemed to brush across her nipples too. As the demon looked on, and licked his lips, another unseen hand was felt beneath her shorts too. Digits grinding so slowly across her glistening folds, and a single finger was felt easing inside her tight wanton core. Gliding and wiggling along those warm wet quivering walls for a few lingering moments...all while the 'young man' just sat right there on the curb.
Watching with delight, he wondered just how long she could last before waves of pleasure finally overtook her. Yet as he studied her every reaction to the unexpected stimulation, the old demon finally chimed in once more. "Oh I'm all for you heading over to the park to grab us a bench. But since you've been so good already, would you like me to let you cum right here and now? If you'd rather wait, just say the word, kitten. Or you can moan for me, and I'll make sure you feel so very good before the real fun even begins."
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Oh, how she wishes she hadn't let the tank top go. What she wouldn't give to wring her hands on something other than themselves. Instead, she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, worrying it and waiting with bated breath for his answer. Her curiosity never subsiding. In fact, while the lift of his hand draws her attention down, it also raises her fascination. Especially after the air changes around her, thickening and ghosting over her skin and raising the hairs on her arms. And although she knows it's Bel, Buffy's eyes widen in surprise at the unseen, unexpected but welcomed touch. And the breath she's been holding is forced out in a tiny gasp. A sound no one around them seems to take notice of even as it tapers off into a soft moan.
With each brush of skilled fingers against her nipples, she pushes her chest out in search of more. More friction, more pleasure, more him. And just as her mouth opens to beg him for more – however much he's willing to give, does he do exactly that. "Oh god..." She breathes, this time louder, when she feels fingers dip inside her shorts and skim through her already wet folds. Uncaring as to who might see, Buffy openly makes a show of rocking her hips to grind down on the hand. She feels like a live wire with her nerves alight, twisting and rocking along the finger pumping in and out of her. Despite not having his fingers right where she needs them most, on her clit, each stroke and curl of his finger inside beckons her closer to the edge. And she can't help but shut her eyes, focusing on not falling apart right here in case this is a test. But no sooner does the thought pop into her head that he finally, finally answers her.
It takes her a minute to respond back when all her focus is on not coming. On not falling over the edge. Swallowing hard, Buffy licks her lips and moans, "Here." And then begs. "Please, Master, here. I'm close." More than close, she's on the edge and is waiting like a good girl for permission to cum.
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When Buffy managed to find some semblance of her voice, at least enough to groan out 'oh god', the demon couldn't stop himself from smirking a little. Smirking and shaking his head ever so slightly. "Nah, I ain't god. But I can be the center of your world, and the one to leave you feeling sweet rapture amid the waves of unending carnal bliss, if that's what you really crave, kitten." That tone of his held a bit of earnest amusement to be sure, yet the words he spoke seemed to be a promise too. One left for the radiant blonde to accept or decline, since the prince of Hell was all for free will. Even if he happily had waited to utter such a naughty offer until she was already so near to the edge of what promised to be quite a delicious release.
Of course Bel already figured he knew exactly what the girl would pick; when given the option to wait, or to feel that rush of orgasmic goodness here and now. However the demon dom knew the power that came with leaving the option up to the sub, since their acceptance only helped to lead them further down the path of wicked wonders. So when she begged to feel that pleasure, and even called him Master too, the eyeless demon merely offered up the faintest of nods. Only to reach out with his other hand, this time using his real fingers to grip onto the hem of her shorts and pull Buffy close until she was left standing right before him.
Those unseen hands were unrelenting in their efforts to stimulate her perky breasts, and that yummy pussy of hers too. However as he continued to use that power to play, his other hand worked to unfasten her shorts. Only to smile anew as he slowly peeled them down, along with her soaked panties, until the gorgeous young woman was left standing there on the street in nothing but her bra. Without hesitation...beyond pausing to just admire the view for a moment, Belphegor finally leaned closer as he sat on the edge of the curb.
Close enough for his warm breath, and that wicked tongue, to sudden be felt lapping across her inner thighs. Then up higher and higher, as his actual fingers so gently parted her folds...allowing the tip of his tongue to flick and swirl directly against her sensitive needy clit at long last. All while his lips hummed and buzzed against her dripping sex, as he moaned between her legs.
After a few teasing licks he gazed up at her, mouth now glistening her the desire she so freely offered up, and her Master's voice was heard once more. "There's not need to hold back, kitten. Want you to cum for me as many times as you desire. Hell, feel free to grip onto my hair, or my shoulders, and ride my mouth till you find the release your body is so desperate to experience. You've got my permission." When the ancient demon fell silent anew he turned his focus back to her folds. Where that tongue could be felt swirling and rolling across her clit all over again, even as those telekinetic hands seemed to quicken their own efforts too.