They discuss what to do with you.

"Isn't he great?" asks Isabella conspiratorially. "From the looks on his face when I was getting him dressed earlier, I'm pretty sure it's his first time as a vessel!"

"We are all indebted to you for your eye and your sales pitch, Isabella, I don't know what we'd do with out you," replied Aisha. "It's a shame that majestic Penises such as this one are trapped inside awful clothing all day. But even now things aren't quite right. How can our guests today properly appreciate this Penis when His balls aren't even shaved? Are men taught anything these days?"

"You're quite right," murmurs Isabella, her voice making your pillow buzz again. "We really must remedy this state of affairs! Why don't we use a razor to shave him?"

"Unfortunately, I used the last of my shaving cream the other day. We could shave him with just soap, but it would be pretty unprofessional if we cut him and got him bloody right before the ceremony. We'd better use wax."

As Aisha shifts back down your legs towards the end of the bed, she leans forward a bit, causing the longer of her necklaces to trace gently against your thigh. The metal is warm to the touch. You catch a glimpse of her nipples as the necklace that was covering them hangs forwards.

You turn your head to follow Aisha as she walks around the bed, only to find that your head is sandwiched firmly in place. Isabella has tilted her thighs up and is now gripping your head tightly with them. Your head now fully immobilized, you feel the silk rope again against your neck. Isabella alternates between **** you tightly to the point where it is difficult to breathe and resting the rope gently against your neck. It is clear that she enjoys **** you.

By the time Aisha comes back and straddles you again, you are gasping for air. She is now holding a large golden lamp which she places on the bed next to you. She dips a hand into the lamp, then presses it against the base of your ballsack. The wax is incredibly hot! You figured it was room temperature from the way she touched it so casually, but it is so hot you cry out, or rather "Mmh!"

"Ooh, I love the new gags," Aisha grins. "The old ones blocked sound so well it was kind of boring. I was right to heat up the wax so we get sound effects!"

Aisha continues to do the rest of your ballsack and the surrounding groin area. You are unable to restrain yourself from making a bit of noise with each touch, even knowing that Aisha deliberately made the wax hot to listen to you. The wax cools on you, but only slowly, so it is difficult to distinguish whether the sensation becomes more bearable because the wax is cooling or because you are just getting used to it.

Your entire crotch area covered, Aisha takes out a hand fan and starts fanning you. You let out a sigh of relief as the wax is finally cooled by the fan. A few moments of fanning, and she switches to a small black patch of fabric which she presses against the upper part of your crotch firmly, then pulls away. You feel your hairs being pulled away. She works around your crotch, then moves in to your testicles.

As Aisha gets the last bit of hair off you, she slides back a bit down your legs to admire her handiwork. Isabella leans forward to look more closely, her belly pressing gently against the top of your head.

"A great job on the hair, but don't you think his balls are a bit red? The contrast between his bright red balls and his Penis looks kind of silly, don't you think?"

"I suppose you're right," Aisha laughs back. "A little side effect of using hotter wax."

"Here, swap places with me and I'll fix our little problem," offers Isabella.

Isabella spreads her legs, letting your head slide down between them, then gets up and changes places with Aisha. Aisha's lap is much warmer and a bit softer.

Isabella is holding a blue rubber band which she places over your dick, stretches, and releases. It snaps back, stinging as it connects with you. She slides it down a bit, and repeats from a slightly different angle.

"That's so crude, using a rubber band to prepare for the ceremony," Aisha scolds.

"Hey, only the two of us will know, it's not like the vessel here is going to tell the guests," replies Isabella, her pace remaining constant as she chats.

"Hmph, I suppose you're right."

They continue to make small talk as Isabella works her way down you, and you see that your color is indeed becoming more uniform.