Melina stepped out through one of the side doors of her house into the small walled outdoor garden. Calling the garden small was like calling her house a house. As the heiress to one of the larger shipping companies in the world, her parents owned a massive mansion with several maids attending to their needs, and her “small garden” was still enormous. With their mansion relatively isolated, and armed guards patrolling the perimeter, Melina had no reason to worry about anyone spotting the contents of said garden. The moment she emerged through the door, the soft moans of helpless girls tickled her ears like the most beautiful music.

Throughout the garden, large wooden beams were set up with vegetation growing on top, and large sturdy hooks to hang plants from. However in Melinda’s garden, there were no hanging plants. Instead, naked young women hung suspended from the beams, each bound and gagged.

Harnesses of rope and leather surrounded their bodies and provided anchor points for the suspension ropes that kept them up in the air. Girls were in different poses too, a couple off to her left were in suspended hogties. Another with her hands tied above her head. Another two were upside down. Melina walked into the center to where a pair of girls were displayed prominently. White leather harnesses wrapped around their bodies, their arms behind them in strict armbinders and white leather hoods covered their faces, with hair poking out of the bottoms. They were both bent back in back arching hogties and suspended at multiple points. The two newest additions to her collection were moaning behind their gags in fear and pain as the strain of the position took its toll on their bodies.

Melina did a quick inspection of the two girls. They were young, fit, had been college soccer players before their abduction and eventual sale to her family where she could do what she saw fit with these two new slaves. White collars buckled around their necks made sure they knew their status, and they would stay in harnesses for the rest of their lives. Melina really enjoyed the look of harnesses, whether they were rope or leather, on a girl’s body, especially with how they framed the breasts.

Unknown to anyone, Melina also kept a leather harness in her closet that she sometimes wore under her clothes when she was feeling really horny, but she could never tell anyone that. The harnesses were reserved for slaves and maids, as they also had to wear a harness when working. She shook her head to clear it before moving on from the new additions to the girl suspended in a balltie. This girl was one of her favourites, her leather harness had built in plugs for her butt and vagina. The blindfold covering her eyes prevented her from seeing Melina pull out her phone and open up the app that controlled the plugs before setting them onto random vibrate.

The effect was almost instantaneous as the plugs sprung to life and the girl cried out, straining against the ropes holding her into a tight balltie around her leather strap harness. Drool leaked from her ballgag onto the grass below as she quivered in pleasure before the plugs shut off and she gave a frustrated moan. She giggled to herself before allowing the vibrator to continue in random mode and moved on towards the other side of the garden.

The girls on this half of the garden were bound entirely with rope. Melina had always prided herself in her ropework and being able to tightly bind her slaves without damaging them, which was a skill that was especially necessary with suspensions for long periods of time. She knew many others in the slaving community who did damage to their goods because they didn’t know what they were doing with suspensions and looked down upon them. It had taken her years of learning and practice to get to where she was and her garden was now how she displayed the fruits of her labour. She’d also gotten into practicing more Shibari style recently, as shown by the five rope bound girls on display from frames. She took a moment to stop in front of each girl to grope or feel them up. A couple she pushed to watch them swing back and forth in their ropes. They could protest, but they all knew it would do them no good. These girls had been with her for quite some time and had gotten used to the feeling of rope marks on their bodies after long days of suspension out in the sun. The maids made sure they were well hydrated and protected from the sun. Heat stroke slaves were no use to Melina.

Leaving the rope suspended girls, Melina went onto a walk into the further reaches of the garden where the rocks and waterfalls were. The sound was very calming to her, almost as much as the gagged moans. She walked around, enjoying the sound of leaves under her boots and taking a few minutes to just relax and calm her mind before she walked back towards the front and back into the house. Her head maid was waiting for her just inside the door, attentive as ever. “See to it that I am not disturbed for the rest of the night.”



“Yes m’lady.”

She walked up the stairs, watching below as the maids darted about to prepare the house for the morning before entering her bedroom. Closing the door to her room, Melina crossed the room to her closet, stripping out of her dress and tossing it onto her bed as she did so. Now naked except for her bra, panties, and boots, she entered the large walk-in closet and walked to the back, moving aside some dresses that covered up the white leather harness hanging on a hook. With a smile, Melina took out the harness, enjoying the feeling of the leather straps between her fingers before taking it out. She would be dressing in that harness tonight, perhaps overlooking her garden of slaves as she brought herself to a climax.