This is the story of my encounter with Sadista

Late one morning, I got this phone call from one of my friends. I listened as she breathlessly told me the news. Sadista, the famous uber wealthy recluse would be holding a party at her mansion, an exclusive gathering of the rich and famous and she was looking for young people in the area to come and work at the party. $1,000 dollars and a chance to peek behind the iron-barred curtains of the rich and glamorous, all for one night's work. Being out of work and broke at the time, I thought it seemed like a good idea. I got to the mansion that afternoon and was directed around the side to a servants entrance. I started to wish I had skipped lunch, as there were plenty of other young men and women like me crowded in the waiting room and it seemed plenty of them were being turned away. But eventually, my name was called and I was ushered into an office where Sadista was waiting.

Sadista was a striking women, dressed in a severe black dress and with a look on her beautiful face that paralyzed me. The interview went quickly and I don't precisely recall much of what I said. But, to my relief, it seemed there were open slots left and I would have one of them. I was assured my duties would not be hard. "You'll hardly have to do anything at all but stand around and look pretty." She said with a knowing grin. A contract was produced, a thick, impenetrable mass of legalese, but the gist of it, I was told, was an ironclad NDA forbidding me from telling anyone what happened at the party, especially the press. Sadista liked to keep her privacy. Not wanting to jeopardize my shot at this, I didn't question it and signed. Taking the contract, she snapped her finger and summoned two of her regular servants to "prepare him for the party."

My eyes went wide when I saw her regular servants. They were young, female and very pretty and their uniforms seemed to consist of tight leather bondage restraints and not much else. As I quickly discovered, that was to be my uniform for the evening as well. You would think I, a relatively fit young man would have no trouble overpowering two smaller girls, handicapped by tight leather cuffs and straps, but such was my shock at this absurd situation I was stripped of my clothes and and my hands and feet cuffed before I had even realized what was happening. Even when I had recovered enough to try and protest, putting them to word became much more difficult with a large ballgag jammed between my teeth. A collar was put around my neck and a leash clipped to it. "Well now, let's see where we can fit him in..." Sadista said, examining me with a cruel leer. Evidently satisfied, she turned on a heel and went to the door. My strange captors followed, dragging me along as well. We eventually came to a large, elegant ballroom and again I was stunned for a moment by the sight of how it had been prepared for Sadista's party. Dozens of young men and women were scattered around the place, each, like me, stripped and bound up in elaborate bondage. Some were meant as living furniture, as seats for guests or tables for refreshments. Others were obviously meant for the evening's kinky entertainment while a few seemed merely decorative.

"Here's a spot that needs one more..." Sadista said, leading me over to a table in the corner. On it were several other captives, male and female, including my friend who seemed rather embarrassed by her predicament. Our eyes met for a moment, wide with fright. Then I saw the sign over the table just past her: 'Door Prizes.' I struggled, of course, but was helpless in their clutches. Pretty soon I was seated in a tight frogtie alongside the other soon-to-be party favors. My further attempts at escaping my bonds proved equally futile as party preparations continued, more hapless captives being brought in and secured in various spots. Just before it started, a tray was brought over by a bound and gagged servant. I cringed, seeing displayed on it a wide assortment of feathers and dusters, vibrators, paddles and all manner of tools to tickle and torment and humiliate us. On it was another sign reading "Try the slaves out! Drawing will be held at midnight!" Of the party itself, I don't remember much. Sadista came in, having changed out of her severe black dress into one that was equally severe, though only with a tenth the fabric, followed by a crowd of men and women dressed in similar fashion. They spread out through the ballroom. A large mob approached our table, Sadista in the lead. They eagerly seized the implements from the platter and descended on us. I heard my friend's frantic peals of laughter spilling from behind her ballgag, then I was tipped back, raising my tightly bound hands and feet up for the probing feathers and I began to scream with laughter as well. The rest was a long blur of squeals and yelps and laughs...

That was nearly a year ago. At the end of the evening, I was won in the prize raffle by a rich young woman. She took me home with her, hogtied in the trunk of her car. Since then, she's kept me chained up, collared and gagged almost constantly. My days are spent obeying my Mistress' every command, serving her every whim. Every time I fail (and she ensures I will always fail something, sooner or later) out come the whips and paddles and feather dusters to punish me again and again. For a while, I thought someone, the police, would come and rescue me, but then my Mistress took out the contract I signed and showed me some clauses which I hadn't noticed before, binding me, legally, to this position as much as the leather straps and chains. I've no idea if it would hold up in court, but it's not like I can complain to anyone about it. Anyway, I have to run and get my Mistress ready for this evening. Sadista is holding another party tonight. Mistress hopes she'll another slave in this years raffle. If she does, she'll sell me to a friend of hers who wants a slave of her own. Either way, I've been promised to help with the entertainment again, so I have another long night of tickling and torture at the hands of Sadista and her guests ahead of me...