Household

I have a head of household fantasy. A month of men in the house, fixing, fettling, digging, painting, asking me what needs doing. Working together to serve the mistress that is Mandala. I’m simply the Madame, dishing out instructions, appreciations and ‘Good Boys’. I’m not sure anyone would sign up but it’d be so much fun to be surrounded by testosterone, talent, paint and precision. It’s a long distance erotically from the FemDom club. There was a room where the submissives could only enter on their knees. The first time I went, I was innocent, and shockable. The second time, was much more exciting.