Mistress Lohan - Goddess Lohan - Pathetic Old Man Becomes Slave to Two Young Women - PT3

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Mistress Lohan - Goddess Lohan - Pathetic Old Man Becomes Slave to Two Young Women - PT3

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Goddess Lohan - Pathetic Old Man Becomes Slave to Two Young Women - PT3

"The air was thick with anticipation as the young goddesses, Mistress Lohan and her companion, prepared for their night out. Their attentions were focused on their old, decrepit slave who knelt before them, his eyes downcast in submission. The room echoed with the sound of their high heels against the hardwood floor as they circled around him, their bodies moving in sync like a well-rehearsed dance.



Mistress Lohan, clad in a tight-fitting latex dress that hugged her curves seductively, leaned down towards the trembling man and whispered into his ear. "Clean my sandals, slave," she commanded, her breath hot against his skin. The slave's eyes widened in fear and obedience as he reached out hesitantly towards her shoes.



With a soft chuckle, Mistress Lohan's companion, wearing a short, revealing dress that accentuated her toned body, stepped forward and placed one foot on the slave's back. He let out a groan of pain as she pressed down on him, grinding her heel into his flesh. "And don't you dare forget about me," she said with a sneer.



The slave's trembling hands worked feverishly to clean the intricate patterns on the soles of the shoes, his mind blank with submission. As he worked, he could feel the weight of their gazes bearing down on him, their eyes boring into his soul. He knew that this was his life now: to serve these two goddesses, to be their plaything, their doormat.



The hours passed, the slave lost track of time as he cleaned and polished the shoes, his body aching with exhaustion. Finally, the moment arrived; the two goddesses stood before him, their outfits perfectly matched now that they had changed into identical black dresses that clung to their bodies like a second skin.



"Stand up, slave," Mistress Lohan commanded, her voice cold and unyielding. The slave struggled to his feet, his knees shaking under the weight of their gazes. "You have served us well tonight," Mistress Lohan said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, bow down before your mistresses."



The slave lowered himself to his knees, his head bowed in submission. As he knelt there, feeling the weight of their presence pressing down on him, he knew that this was his fate: to be their plaything, their slave, for as long as they desired."

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