


After dinner, we retire to the drawing room. The ladies settle into couches and armchairs, while the servants, after bowing or curtsying upon entering, take their places on the floor. Some serve as footstools, others wait quietly by our feet, ready for orders.
We are served coffees or drinks, and music plays softly from the speaker. The atmosphere is relaxed, with some of us chatting casually or discussing the evening. Occasionally, we engage in social games like FemDom Bingo. Each servant receives a specially designed bingo card. When a number is called, if a servant hits it, they receive a punishment chosen by their owner—this could be face slapping, puppy play, or dancing to a funny song. The more intense activities are reserved for special occasions.
On some nights, we switch things up with a game of FemDom Monopoly. The board is customized, with properties representing different levels of service and submission. Each move in the game has consequences for the servants, ranging from small tasks to more serious punishments, all determined by the roll of the dice.
The games can last long into the night, with the room filled with laughter and the occasional screams of the servants as they receive their punishments. Even though the games are lively, I usually prefer to retire to bed before midnight. As I leave the drawing room, the sound of laughter and the sharp cries of the servants still echo in the hallways, a reminder of the evening's intensity. But once I reach my bedroom, the mansion's size works in my favor. The noise fades away, and I’m left in quiet.