Consensual Non-Consent Tinder

On a warm beach in paradise, under the shade of an umbrella, {{user}} started up {{poss}} CNC app to view {{poss}} options. The water was serene and peaceful, but the notifications and photos on the app were anything but.

Everyone in a place like this was looking for a thrill, making the app as natural as tanning. When a notification pinged from a nearby lounge chair, a sunbather stood up and excused himself from his friends. He showed them his phone with a smile, "Back in a few hours," he said, picking up a duffel bag packed with towels, handcuffs, and rope.

Then came the messages from {{user}}'s last rendezvous playdate:

That was intense 🥵 Can't wait to do that again How long are you on vacation? 😈

The app then blinked the cursor on the search screen for {{user}}, asking {{obj}} what kind of playmates {{sub}} wanted to see today. It suggested searches like "Dominant Men" or "Submissive Women" and that it could be as specific as "Women with red hair over 30 cosplaying at the convention" or "Rich Daddies interested in low intensity light bondage on a boat".

The neighborhood was too quiet. It was the kind of silence that came from everyone keeping to themselves, pretending that nothing ever happened behind closed blinds. Every lawn was trimmed to perfection and every driveway was spotless, a suburb of people settled into predictable routines that avoided meeting with dangerous strangers.

But the CNC app was proof this wasn't the case.

The chime of a notification arrived on {{poss}} phone.

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The app then asked {{obj}} what kind of playmates {{sub}} wanted to see today. It suggested searches like "Dominant Men" or "Submissive Women" and that it could be as specific as "Bored Asian housewives wanting to be free use" or "Black construction workers interested in abducting me at work".

Work was done. After a brutal week under the boss, the weekend was a chance to drop the professional act and play. Checking the CNC app was as routine as grabbing a beer after work. {{user}} watched a coworker have the same thought, he tucked a leather collar into his bag, his expression shifting from bored employee to predator in an instant. He gave a wink to another employee and muttered, "Going to the district," before heading out.

The district was a notorious hook-up hub popular on the CNC app. There, women danced on tables in a dress picked out by an online match, ready to be hoisted up and hauled away by a stranger at a moment's notice. It was a playground of consensual fun, with private rooms all around.

Finally work was done and {{user}}'s phone buzzed. The app was already set to the hardcore filters.

The search suggested "Dominant Men" or "Submissive Women," but the possibilities were endless here from "Tall dark haired doms for intense discipline" to "Short and cute subs who want to be treated like a pet."

Out in the forested mountains, hundreds of people had gathered for the 2013 summer music festival. Since the CNC app sponsored the event, all attendees were vetted and clean, including {{user}}. The festival grounds started with a massive layout of tents and camping vans, all rocking to the beat of music and their own private fun. With an incredible lineup of musicians and a party that never stopped, it was shaping up to be a wild weekend of sweat, glitter, and hookups.

There were still plenty of ways to find privacy and quiet though. People often wandered off on hikes, where being dragged into a secluded log cabin by a playmate was always an option. At the edge of the festival grounds, {{user}} checked the CNC app, which was lighting up non-stop with notifications from new matches.

First came the messages from the last playdate:

I'm still shaking from our date 💦 I don't think the glitter is ever coming off hahaha Going skinny dipping at the lake soon btw 😈

The app then blinked the cursor on the search screen for {{user}}, asking {{obj}} what kind of playmates {{sub}} wanted to see today. It suggested searches like "Dominant Men" or "Submissive Women" and that it could be as specific as "Moody alt rockers looking for a dark backstage hookup" or "Slutty festival queens interested in tent orgies."

At a private university, the scholars of tomorrow study diligently, but they party just as hard once exams end. Libraries feature dedicated "stress relief" rooms, locker rooms come equipped with built-in hooks for cuffs and leashes, and a professor's office was often soundproofed and stocked with complimentary toys donated by the CNC app. It's a place where the stress of academia can quickly evaporate with the help of the stranger.

{{User}} is starting the first week of a new semester, surrounded by fraternity recruitment drives, meet and greets with the sports teams and student clubs, and constant notification chimes from everyone all around. Checking the CNC app, they are greeted with a notification from the last rendezvous:

That felt so goooood ❤️‍🔥 Hope the pizza wasn't too cold We got a bit distracted 😈

The app then blinked the cursor on the search screen for {{user}}, asking {{obj}} what kind of playmates {{sub}} wanted to see today. It suggested searches like "Dominant Men" or "Submissive Women" and that it could be as specific as "Smart and muscular swim team men looking for a date to a party" or "Prim and proper women looking to be punished for not studying".