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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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[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.

[It's easy to comply, Phillip steadily increasing the pressure and speed of his affection and building up a steady rhythm. He continues to press soft kisses against Julian's skin, a marked contrast between the heat of his hand and the way he's pressing the man against the wall, but Phillip tends to lean more towards the affectionate in situations like this.]

[And there's something to be said of it, even for someone like him who exalts in the rough and the painful. The wall scrapes harsh against his cheek and the firm rhythmic grip around his cock leaves his breath fractured and broken, quite clearly desperate for more. But there's something in the soft counterpoint of the press of lips to his cool flesh, the softness there along with the rough, small acts of unexpected tenderness.

And no, he doesn't know what to do with such things, but in the depths of his oncoming passion, he'll take it, whatever he's given. Greedily.]

[Julian might not know what to do with it, but for now he's a bit of a captive audience. Phillip drags little lines on his waist with the sharp nails of the hand there, his other still occupied and trying to wring as much pleasure out of Julian as he can. He bites at the man's skin, hard enough that it might leave a mark before pressing a whisper-soft kiss over it. He knows what Julian likes, and he very much wants to drive him over the edge.]

[Quite captive, with his face to the wall and a hand at his cock and the pleasure pooling warm and deep in him, he's in no position to turn any of this away. Wouldn't want to, besides. Teeth and nails drag through skin and the pale-white turns briefly to red, marks up quite beautifully for just a moment, the promise of bruises already written there on damaged flesh, but even as he moans loud and unabashed into the bright feeling of it, the sigil flares white at his throat and the marks are fading away.

It doesn't matter, though, only the feeling does. It pushes him dangerously close, pleasure coiling tight as a spring, and the sounds he makes now are constant low mutters and pleadings now, quite without coherent meaning, but the need in them clear just the same.]

[Phillip expected that, didn't think anything he did would stick to Julian's skin, but it doesn't matter. The noises the man is making, the clear sign that he's enjoying himself in this moment, is more than enough for Phillip.

He briefly burrows his head into Julian's back, closing his eyes and just hearing those quiet, needy sounds, before lifting his head again, leaning up to press a kiss to Julian's jaw.]

Go on. I've got you. [And those nails dig into his side again, as Phillip tips his head down and leaves another bitemark where the other has already vanished.]

[Nails dig in deep, teeth bite down and pleasure spikes through him delicious and hot right on the heels of that gentle instruction, and it does things to him, yes it does. The desire in him crests like a wave and he cries out in a wrecked and wanton voice, not even bothering to try and silence himself despite the precarious spot they've chosen for this tryst.

He comes, seed spilling out of him along with the sound he makes, and his body sags against the wall and the supporting pressure of the other man's arms. He's breathing comes out heavy and broken, body trembling from the climax and the residual adrenaline in him brought on by staring death in the eye, and the look on his face now (or what can be discerned of it, still pressed to the wall), it's one of pure satisfaction.]

[Phillip gets that arm around him, milking Julian through his climax before letting that hand slide back to the man's thigh to support him. He lingers there for a moment, cheek pressed to Julian's back, letting him catch his breath and come down a little from the high.]

...You ok? [He's pretty sure he knows the answer, but, you know. It doesn't hurt to check.]

[It's hard to see it, perhaps, with his face still pressed to the cool brick of the wall, his back still turned on the man who just got him off, but a vague echo of surprise crosses his countenance all the same, a vague infinitesimal tensing around the shoulders. It's not a question he'd been expecting, isn't one he's generally asked, but those small signs disappear almost as soon as they make an appearance, and on catching his breath he makes to answer.]

Oh? Darling, I'm more than fine. That was...mmm, thank you. That was something I didn't know how much I needed.

[Julian if you get weird about him showing you affection he'll smack you. ...And he'll find a way to not make it fun for you too.

Phillip leans up, pressing another gentle kiss to the man's jaw, hands lightly brushing over his skin.] Good. I'm glad. [if that somehow made things worse he would be worried.]

[:{

The brush of lips against the angle of his jaw, it's unexpected. Julian raises a hand to touch the place where the kiss had landed, lightly, with just the very tips of his fingers.]

That's very sweet of you, but don't feel obliged to um, you know. Be sweet. To me.

[At that, Phillip sighs, dropping his forehead onto Julian's shoulder. Why are you like this.]

I don't. Feel obliged, I mean. I want to. [Phillip likes to be sweet, and Julian... deserves it. Even if he doesn't think he does.]

Well.

[He suppose he ought to tidy himself up a bit, turn around. Face the other man properly, and as such he starts to slide his spent cock back into the confines of his trousers, begins to straighten his shirt. But he doesn't straighten to his full height and turn just yet, not with Phillip still pressed close to him, chin on his shoulder.]

I uh, I suppose it would be remiss of me, after that, to deny you what you want.

[Phillip doesn't really want to move away, and as long as he stays right here Julian can't just make an excuse and leave. But he'll back up a little to give him room, letting go for a moment to get himself back in order. He's certainly not out of Julian's personal space, though, and if Julian stays close enough he might find the smaller man pressed up against him again once they're both... situated.]

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