The Discipline Marriage: Domestic Discipline Womb Contract Romance

I signed the contract thinking it would lock away the chaos and the old fear of abandonment that still wakes me at night. Oscar's firm voice and the weight of his hand on the table make the rules feel like the only safe place left even as I deny how much I need his control to hold me steady.

Our hands touch over the papers in the late morning light, neither pulling back. The wooden ruler waits beside us, ready for the measured strokes that will enforce every command he gives. I agreed to obedience on paper, but his next instruction will test how far I will go to keep this connection from slipping away.