duplicitymemes | TDM #4 ( revised )

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TDM #4 ( revised )

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« « « HERE WE ARE AGAIN

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.

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.

Oh, and one more thing. It's fucking cold. Better bundle up.

» » » LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY

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.

« « « END IN THE DISCORD

While the societal climate between Dominants and Submissives remains somewhat neutral throughout Duplicity, there has been the occasional whisper of defiance and call for equality. Yet, demonstrations and visible proof of this unhappiness spreads faster by word of mouth on a day exactly when you need it most.

Welcome to Autonomy, a "traveling" nightclub that is never in the same place twice. People wanting to attend only learn of its lucrative location and password hours before it opens for business. Tonight, I choose the third door will get you inside and into the temporary freedom club Autonomy has to offer. In this circle, there are no assigned designations and no consequences for taking a role that isn't the one given by society. So, a Dominant may become the Submissive they've always wanted to be—or vice versa. Dominants and Submissives alike are able to mingle without repercussion and be themselves. Food, drinks, and private areas for more intimate – or if your preference is sexual – encounters are provided. Donations are accepted at any point during the night to further Autonomy's attempts of spreading the fulfillment that comes from being untitled.

On the night you choose to visit, Autonomy is holding a random lottery for temporary connections. When entering, you have the choice of submitting your name into this drawing to be paired with someone else in the club regardless of designation. A short while later, a message will pop up on your device with the name and information of your partner, and whether or not you choose to meet them is purely at your discretion. Having more than one connection isn't completely unusual either.

» » » TABLE IT FOR LATER

Gratification of being a successful Dominant or Submissive isn't necessarily simple. Learning curves are to be made, and mistakes will happen. Led by a Dominant and Submissive couple – Miriam and Victoria, who have been paired for twenty-two years – a monthly meeting for unattached Dominants and Submissives is held in the conference room of Morning Wood motel in the Down. The meeting starts a few minutes after nine and has no designated end time. The couple introduce themselves and explain the purpose of the meeting: learn the proper method for a new kink and possibly find your perfect partner. The space is intimate and well-stocked with refreshments.

To begin, Victoria, while blindfolded, balances on her hands and knees with her back perfectly level. Her partner, when ready, places various items on the level surface–a full cup, a plate. The Submissive is meant to hold the items until the Dominant believes she's reached her limit. The exercise is one of trust and understanding. The demonstration is a short one, followed by Miriam removing the blindfold and soothing her Submissive. The words are whispered low and with care, clearly a method that is specific to this couple. The process is concluded with the pair handing out workups, videos, and answering questions. Anyone wishing to practice Purposeful Submission can do so in the open room with a random volunteer, aided by the couple, or can find someone to take to one of the rented rooms. Sex may follow any scene but is not necessarily included. Experimenting with unattached Dominants and Submissives allows for new relationships to form.

« « « MOD & OOC NOTES

Please read carefully.

On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles based on birthdays; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, character 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 chose "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. All characters who have blue eyes or one blue eye and another color are Submissives. All characters who have brown eyes or one brown eye and another color are Dominants. Characters with any other color eyes are Dominants. To use this TDM as a door pass please link this on your app and place whether it is Dominant or Submissive.

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

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[And that's good, the drag of nails across his skin combined with that sudden firm demand and it turns his insides molten and liquid to hear it. His eye lids heavily, then flutters closed, lips parting whorishly against the press and rub of the other man's thumb and of course if he's asked to beg he's going to do just that.]

Please, I want my mouth around your cock. Or I'll use my hands, if you prefer it. Whatever you like best, I'll do it. Just...please, let me do it.

[It's such a beautiful picture, how much Julian revels in being on his knees, how such small bit firm touches reduce him to putty. Phillip lets out a heavy breath, his cock twitching in the confines of his pants as he scraps his nails a little bit harder in reward.]

Now how could I possibly say no to that? [His voice feels thick and heady in his throat, as he uses his free hand to undo his pants enough for his length to slip free. He'll pull Julian's head forward, letting his lips brush against it.] I'd hate to keep you from something you wanted so badly.

[And again he moans down deep in his throat as Phillip pulls his head forward, the firm insistence of it setting something alight in him, making him wanton, needful. His lips brush against the head of his cock, drags his lower lip down to reveal the pearl-white flash of teeth, just for an instant.]

Yes.

[He breathes out the word before he lifts a hand to the base of Phillip's erection, before pressing his lips against the head of it, one small quick kiss before there's the flick of tongue, swirling warm and wet around it.]

[Phillip sighs headily at the first brush of wet heat against him, tenderly dragging his nails against Julian's scalp. He's so good, so obedient, and Phillip won't abuse that. He'll make sure Julian's taken care of, even and especially since he suspects Julian will make no such effort for himself.

He rests his other hand on Julian's shoulder now, holding on to him to keep stable but otherwise letting the man have free reign, to show him just what he could do.]

[And there's a moan that thrums from Julian's lips down into the flesh of the other man's cock as he takes it, with slow deliberation, into the wet warmth of his mouth, the sharp press of nails against his scalp a small but bright encouragement. There's a wet sucking pressure and he takes him in deeper, deeper still, tongue pressing flat against Phillip's length as at the base his fingers work in soft, insistent motion. He takes his time with this, no rushed and frantic thing, instead he makes it overtly clear that this is an act he relishes.

He looks up at him then, face flushed but entirely shameless, meets Phillip's eye as he takes the length of him into the tight trap of his throat. Doesn't look away even as that cool creeping horror pulses through him, instead only makes a small, wrecked sound of overriding pleasure.]

[Phillip meets his gaze, a flush going up to his pale ears because even if he doesn't understand, he likes it when people are able to or want to look at him during this. He cherishes it, and if Julian is getting something out of it too, well, that's all the better.

And it certainly seems to be, that wrecked noise around his cock sending another desirous shiver down his spine.]

You're so good, aren't you? [he praises gently, brushing the bangs back from Julian's face and his nails biting into the skin, digging a little deeper as a reward for such good behavior.]

[And even with his mouth wrapped around the other man's cock, there are the subtle signs of surprise in Julian's face in the wake of the gentle praise - the slight blink and widen of his eye, the lift of both thick auburn brows - but something brightens in him in the wake of it, an obvious pleasure in having some reward. He sucks long and slow and deep, drawing right back until the head comes free with a lewd wet sound, breathes light over the damp flesh there before his lips close around him yet again.

His hand slides free to trail across the other man's thigh as swallows him right down to the hilt-- his efforts increased, the need to please rising higher in him, brought on by Phillip's small encouragements.]

[Phillip will get him used to praise if it kills him. ~~Which it can't, so it's fine.~~

He tilts his head back, still holding on tightly to the other man as he feels the sensations of his mouth around him, drawing a soft groan as Julian takes him all the way down, swallowing him whole.] See, that's so good, keep going-- [if Julian likes the little praises, or at least doesn't object to them, Phillip will keep them up. Trying to let him know that he's valued.]

[Julian moans around the length of him, the sound thrumming through the other man's cock as he continues to suck him down deep, to lick and lavish him with the intense focus of his attention. And he'll try to keep his eyes locked with Phillip's for as much of the act as he can, only glancing away for short snatches of seconds whilst the dip of his head makes it an impossible task, and the darkness he sees in the depths of those clear blue eyes, the sick sweet certainty of death, it makes him tremble around his own desire, the mental ache of too clear a knowledge as good and as bright for him as those small jewels of praise.

He begins to move faster then, suck that little bit harder, focuses all of himself into this one act, into the giving of pleasure, and it helps, it does. The confusion and strangeness of the day melt out of him in the wake of this, and the white of his eye is diamond bright as he fills his mouth with Phillip's cock over and over again.]

[Phillip's hand is well and truly knotted in Julian's hair now, grip tight and unwilling to allow any give. The connection of their gaze makes it feel all the more intimate, and he cherishes that, relishes in it. He squeezes tight on Julian's shoulder as he speeds up, moving him closer and closer to that edge. It feels like it's been an eternity and also no time at all before he feels the desire in his stomach pooling, building and building until the pressure is almost too much to bear.]

If you don't want to swallow, you should move soon.

[But he thinks he knows what option Julian would choose.]

[The tight tangle of fingers in his hair, the firm grip at his shoulder, these are small points of pain that he relishes almost as much as the act itself, of being down on his knees in some dingy corner of a dive bar, mouth full of another man's cock. And the spectre of death is there in the other man's eyes, makes him shake beneath the weight of if, the cold increasing constriction in his chest-- all of this, it leaves him hard and aching for more.

And it's likely that Phillip guesses right-- he makes that offer, and in response Julian's eye falls heavy-lidded and coy as he remains exactly where he is, lips wrapped around the stiff length of him, tongue pressed flat to the underside as he sucks long and deep and purposeful.]

[That is exactly what he expected, and the continued lavishing of attention means Phillip won't last all that much longer. He holds back as long as he can, before his grip on the man below him because vice like, nails digging in hard as he finally comes and spills into the man's mouth. It's a powerful release, spurred on by the scene in front of him and how turned on Julian is at his feet, and Phillip tips himself forward as he holds on, trying to catch his breath once again.]

[And it's good like this, held tight and immobile as the warm rush of the other man's come spills into his mouth and he swallows it down, sucks long and slow and languid until he's drawn every drop from him, his face heated and flushed from obvious, overt enjoyment. His body shakes from his own pent-up lust and that crowding darkness in the other man's eyes but he waits there poised and obedient, makes no effort to pull away or move at all besides the slick slide of his tongue across the length of Phillip's spent cock. Will stay this way until he's given some sign to do otherwise.]

[Phillip lets him linger there for the moment, gently stroking Julian's hair as his grip lets up on it. Sometimes when watching things like this he understands why certain things he's done have so much appeal for other people, and seeing the man so pliant and obedient on his knees... yeah, he gets why that's so hot.]

What a good boy... [Maybe that's a weird thing to say to a man who's almost 15 years his senior but... eh fuck it.] Looks like you're a little bit worked up now, though... what should we do about that?

[If he finds anything strange about a much younger man talking to him in such a way, he certainly gives no sign of it. Asra is, after all, a good ten years younger than he, and as such he has some experience with it. It makes no difference, and when he finally has the use of his mouth again he runs his tongue across his lips, eyes still on Phillip's face despite the intensity that comes from holding his gaze, the deep shuddering knowledge of death in him.

His expression is wanton and undone and though it's obvious he's poised on a knife-edge of pleasure he shakes his head, infinitesimally.]

You uh, you don't have to do anything for me. It's all right, you know, to leave me unsatisfied. If you wanted to.

[Because that's a kind of pain in and of itself.]

[Goddamnit, Julian.]

No, I do not want to do that. [He brings a hand to Julian's face, cradling it gently and thumbing affectionately over the curve of his jaw.] I don't want this to be just about me.

[Well. It's hard to keep up a solid argument when someone's tenderly cupping your face in their hands, and his body is wracked with bone-deep shudders from keeping their eyes locked together for so long. He sags a little then, resting his cheek in this veritable stranger's palm, takes a breath, takes another. One-two.

Phillip's firm tone, his insistence, it's enough to push him in the right direction.]

If...if you're sure it's not what you want, my dear, then who am I to argue with you?

[And he flashes the bright curve of his smile.]

[At least Julian isn't arguing with him. But unfortunately, as pretty of a picture as it is to see Julian on his knees--]

Stand up. [Phillip's voice is still firm and authoritative, even though his hands continue their tender path, trying to convey his fondness for the other man within them. He's not entirely sure what he'll do next, but it's a little hard to do anything to him when he's on the ground.]

[The tone is apparently pitched just right and Julian takes a shaky breath, still light up with bright desire from the fear of what he's seen in the other man's eyes, from the orders and the taste of come still lingering on his lips. Unsteadily though, he gets to his feet. Leans back against the wall for support but he's up now, gaze cast down but face subtly expectant.]

[Phillip regards him for a moment, reaching up to tuck a loose strand on the man's hair behind his ear. There's really only one thing he can do, seeing as he doesn't carry lube on him and he has a feeling Julian wouldn't know what the fuck to do with receiving a blowjob in this setting. So instead he raises a finger, twirling it.]

Turn around. Put your hands on the wall.

[Julian won't be able to look at him, but hopefully this will have a different kind of appeal.]

Oh, um. Yes.

[And it does-- he doesn't so much as hesitate when the command comes, turns around as instructed and places his palms flat to the wall, though he does try to cast a glance over the curve of one broad shoulder, attempting to see what the other man is planning.]

Is this all right?

It is.

[Phillip moves closer, pressing a kiss on one of those shoulders as he wraps his arms around Julian. One keeps a hold on his waist to keep him there, while the other undoes the front of his pants and slips inside, wrapping firmly around him and giving it a little swipe of his thumb.]

[He relaxes into the wrap of the other man's arm with a sigh both soft and needful, turns back to press his cheek to the wall's cool surface as he feels the creep of heat across it. He holds still and silent as Phillip's hand slides inside his pants only for that silence to break around the first touch of fingers to erect flesh. His cock is thick and hard in the other man's grip and he groans aloud, makes it all too clear that he wants this even if he had been all to ready to deny himself.]

Yes, please, get me off.

[See, he knew it. Phillip presses another kiss to the back of Julian's neck as his hand begins to move, stroking over the head to start and teasing him there before slowly beginning to jerk him off. He's much smaller than Julian, in both height and breadth, but that doesn't stop him from leaning into him, edging the man closer to the wall.]

[And again, he makes a soft and needy sound down deep at the base of his throat, eye falling closed as Phillip teases and strokes, as he allows himself to be pressed closer up agaisnt the wall. He revels in it, honestly, the press of his face against rough brick, the movement of fingers across his length and pleasure begins to build in him, a tight hot pressure at the centre of himself, leaves him softly panting and begging for more.]

Yes, that's so good, yes. Do it harder, please.

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