Page 57 of Thor

“Yeah.”

“We need to carve time out for just you. Self care is hugely important to me. We need to find a way to make sure that your work doesn’t overwhelm you.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

We continued through the remaining sections, adjusting language and adding details until the document truly reflected our shared vision. Throughout the process, I marveled at the balance she maintained—the vulnerability to express her deepest needs alongside the strength to advocate for her boundaries.

"I think we've covered everything," she finally said, looking up from the last page.

"Anything else you want to add? Anything we missed?" I asked, determined that she feel completely heard.

She thought for a moment, then shook her head. "No, this feels right. Complete."

The pride in her voice matched what I felt in my chest—we'd created something meaningful together, a blueprint for trust that honored both her submission and independence.

"Should we get Duke and Mia back for the signing?" I asked.

Mandy nodded, an unexpected smile lighting her face. "Yes. I'd like them to witness this."

"I'm proud of you," I said quietly.

Her eyes widened slightly, then softened with understanding of exactly what I meant. "Thank you, Daddy."

Fuck it felt good to hear her call me that.

When Duke and Mia returned with Diesel, they found Mandy and me sitting close together, the contract finalized with our handwritten notes and amendments in the margins.

Something had shifted between us during our private discussion—a deepening that went beyond words on paper. The air felt charged, like the moment before a thunderstorm breaks, but with anticipation rather than dread. Duke's eyes met mine across the room, recognizing that something significant had transpired, and he gave a slight nod of approval.

"We're ready," I said, my tone strangely formal despite the intimate nature of what we were doing. The words came out gruffer than intended, emotion thickening my voice.

Mandy sat straighter in her chair, her spine aligned with new confidence. The vulnerability that had colored her expression earlier remained, but now it was paired with resolve—a beautiful contradiction that perfectly embodied the woman I was falling for.

Duke moved to a sleek wooden cabinet in the corner of the room, unlocking it with a key from his pocket. From inside, he withdrew a polished wooden box and brought it to the table.

"Thought this might be appropriate for the occasion," he said, opening the case to reveal an ornate pen set—two matching fountain pens nestled in black velvet, their surfaces gleaming silver with subtle engraving.

The gesture struck me unexpectedly. Duke understood the symbolic importance of this moment—not just as my president, but as someone who'd walked this path before me.

"They're beautiful," Mandy said, her fingers hovering over the pens without touching them.

Mia smiled encouragingly at Mandy as she settled back into her chair, Diesel padding over to lie between the two women. "The signing matters," she said softly. "Creates a physical memory of the commitment."

I reached for the contract pages we'd modified together, aligning them precisely in front of us. My hands weren't entirely steady—an unfamiliar sensation for someone whose job often required nerves of steel and unwavering precision.

"We've written commitment statements," I explained to Duke and Mia. "Things we wanted to express beyond the technical aspects of the agreement."

Duke nodded approvingly. "It's good to speak the promises aloud."

Taking a deep breath, I lifted the first page and began reading the core commitment statement we had crafted together. My voice started low but gained strength with each word:

"I, Thor Eriksson, commit to being your Daddy Dom, to provide structure, protection, guidance, and unwavering support. I will honor your boundaries, celebrate your strength, nurture your vulnerability, and always act in your best interest. I will be patient when you struggle, firm when you need direction, and consistent in all things. Your well-being—physical, emotional, and spiritual—is my priority above all else."

My voice remained steady even though emotion tightened my chest as I signed my name with deliberate strokes. The fountain pen left thick, dark lines across the paper—permanent, undeniable. I felt the significance of each letter as I formed them, committing myself not just with ink but with intention.

Duke watched with quiet approval, his hand resting on Mia's shoulder in silent solidarity. They'd walked this path before us, creating their own covenant of care and submission that had transformed them both.

Mandy took the pen next, her fingers brushing mine during the exchange. Her hand trembled slightly, but her eyes were clear and determined as she accepted the pen. She straightened her shoulders and, with clear determination, read her own commitment:

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