Further to my last post which described 4 girls standing on my stomach and 2 on my face simultaneously, I would like to relate a little more of what was done to me that evening.

My mistresses LOVE to work on my stomach - it's their favourite part of me to torture. I think it's because the stomach is the part that yields the most underneath their weight, and they get an enhanced sense of squashing me flat! I sometimes think they have as much of a fetish about my stomach as I do about their feet!!

During the trampling session, they decided to use my stomach as a trampoline. They have obviously used me in this way before, but they always like to increase the level of torture from one session to the next, making it worse for me each time and seeing just how much I can endure. After a brief discussion, they decided that my stomach would be jumped on 150 times without a break - 25 jumps each! And for good measure, the first of each set of 25 jumps would be from a considerable height.

My Mistresses had me lie on my back at the bottom of the staircase while they gathered together about half way up. They had placed a few foam cushions under my back to raise my stomach a few inches from the floor. This was done not for my comfort (which is irrelevant to them) but "to make me more bouncy". Then my chief Mistress leapt from about the 7th or 8th step, flying downward through the air to land heavily (REALLY heavily!) with both feet on my stomach. The wind was really knocked out of me from the crushing impact, but of course it didn't stop there - she had another 24 jumps to go!!

And how she enjoyed those jumps! Laughing with delight (the other girls were laughing too), her long dark hair flying, she bounced up and down on me without mercy. I could only lie there and try to endure the pain and humiliation, looking up at her in awe as her feet pulverised me and her full weight, increased briefly by the effect of her jumping, compressed my aching belly time and time again. As she approached the end of her allotted 25 jumps, her cruelty increased as she realised that her 'go' was nearly over. She put in some extra effort to jump up as high as she could, tucking her knees up towards her chest. Then, on the downward trajectory she used her thigh muscles to drive her feet downward into my stomach as she landed on me as heavily as she possibly could. The agony was awesome!

Towards the end, all the girls were shouting out the countdown down to the last jump. When they reached "one" I felt a brief relief - but oh, how brief! The second of my 6 Mistresses had timed her jump from the 8th step so that there would be no gap in the rhythm between the last jump of the first girl and the first of her own set of 25. And so it went on, jump after jump, girl after girl, agonising, unstoppable, and totally without mercy. I am unable to describe in detail my feelings and experiences of my trampoline session after about the first 30 or 40 jumps. I simply remember the heavy pounding rhythm on my stomach going on and on, seemingly without end. I had long since lost the ability to tense my muscles in an attempt to resist some of the effects of the jumping - indeed after my earlier experience of having my stomach stood on by 4 girls at once, the muscles were very weak and tired to begin with! So I just lay there and took what I deserved. I was told afterwards that the heaviest girl (150 lbs) went last of all, and took her jump from the 10th step. In my own masochistic way, I wish I'd been conscious enough to experience that properly! Oh well, next time. There's BOUND to be a next time!!!

The rest of the evening I spent as their footstool, lying on my back as they gathered round in chairs and a sofa to rest their feet on me. Some of the girls are asking when they can bring round their friends and sisters to play with me. I know they are very attracted by the idea of increasing their number and thus my suffering and humiliation. The suggestion of a house party has been put forward. My main Mistress is wary of spreading the news of her furniture slave too far in case it reaches the wrong ears. Right now, things are nice and cosy with the 6 of them and she doesn't want to risk losing the set-up as it is at the moment. Still, I know they're tempted. If anyone has any good ideas about how I could be trampled unknowingly by a house full of females they would be interested to hear it. That would be a good compromise!