Consensual Non Consent Form Novels & Stories

Shock filled him. “Consensual non-consent,” Saber said. “Huh?” she asked, screwing up her nose. “That sounds like one of those tongue twisters. Consensual non-consent. Consensual non-consent. Consensual non-consent. Definitely tongue twister.” “Means that he won’t wake you to ask your consent, because he already has it to do what he wants,” Saber explained. “I’d always stay in your limits, though,” Gomez told her. “And you always have your safeword.”

“I need to cover my ass, don’t I? I want you to read it all and then sign it. Do you have any questions before reading it?” “Um, what do you plan on doing to me that involves having an NDA?” Skimming the front page, I noticed some abbreviations, “and what does CNC stand for?” “You will learn everything once you read it. As for CNC, it stands for Consensual/non-consensual. Meaning, you are giving me consent to do whatever I want to do to you without having to ask.” I’m taken aback by his explanation, “W-What if I don’t agree to that?”

“Why?” Mila said nothing. But her gaze didn’t drop. Her silence wasn’t fearful. It was purposeful. He studied her a moment longer, then reached into his jacket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He placed it gently on the small table between them. She didn’t reach for it. “It’s a consent form,” he explained. “Non-verbal therapy. Observation-based. Minimal contact, unless you initiate otherwise. I believe in boundaries. I also believe in choice.” Her hand hovered over the paper. She unfolded it carefully, scanned the contents, and signed it without hesitation.

"Is this your signature?" Rachel's mind went blank when she saw her own signature on the consent form. She wanted to deny it and say that it was forged, but a recent memory resurfaced in her mind. "Isn't this an agreement for transferring money? How did it turn out to be a body donation consent form? I didn't even think twice before signing it when he asked me to—" Rachel collapsed onto a chair by the nearby desk with a pained expression. Amy was perplexed. She couldn't help but ask, "Were you guys planning to divorce?"

Kate offered. “Remind me the purpose of this form again.” Tate spoke, as he turned over the paper a few times, seemingly not bothering to read the content. “Basically, this is stating that you are going against medical advisement and are going to try different methods to help your mother and father. That if something should go wrong, I will not be held accountable for the outcome. It also states the condition they are both in from the last time I examined either of them.” She stated as she held a pen out to Tate. “I would need you both to sign it” She added.

“Please read through the consent and rules. Sign with your thumbprint if you agree.” I nod and scan the pages. Everything Nico told me is there. Business only, privacy above everything, no emotional ties, willingness to explore new experiences. There are boxes too, asking what types of sex I’ve tried and which ones I’m open to. I tick with all honesty. Another section asks about health issues. I tick none. When I finish, Kylie guides me to press my thumb into ink and stamp it on the signature line. The mark looks final and binding in a way that should scare me.

“That’s tantamount to that consensual non-consent you denied happens here.” “It all comes down to this: do you want to test yourself, or not?” I asked.

I asked in amused disbelief. “I prepared it the moment I heard you two were shacked up,” he said without any trace of humor. “Legal drafted it specifically to cover that, but I think it will work just as well for the Miranda situation, too.” I glared at him, then leaned over to look at the form. Despite the dense legal language, it was pretty straightforward: I agreed not to talk about anything having to do with my relationship with Connor, or about any events stemming from ever having met him.

Hmmmm"? Lucas carefully explained him. He saw Liam thinking something. "Uhmm Sir". "Yes Bub? What are you thinking"? "You said, you don’t have any... legal right on me, since, since we are, uhmmm, house mates right"? "Uhmm yes. More or less that’s what I mean". Lucas confirmed. "So.. Ummm. If… If I give you written consent. Will it be okay"? Liam said gazing down. Lucas was silent for a moment. Processing everything. "Written consent"? He questioned.

"Only if you want me to. I'm trained in the procedure and it's completely within clinic protocols." I retrieved a consent form from the drawer beside the recliner. "You would need to sign this first, acknowledging that any physical assistance is provided purely for medical purposes and does not constitute any other type of relationship." He read the form twice before signing with a slightly unsteady hand. "I consent. Please. I really need this donation to work. There are couples counting on my genetics and I've been failing them for months." I stood and approached the recliner, my professional demeanor firmly in place despite the flutter of excitement I refused to acknowledge.