"W47," James ordered, "Undress me, hang up my clothes, carry me gently over to the bed and give me a relaxing massage."
Instantly, Wally turned automaton complied. At an amazing speed he unbuttoned, unzipped and gently removed James shoes, socks, shirt, t-shirt, trousers, underwear, watch and ring. In a blur of silver, W47 vanished and reappeared. In the space of 2 seconds, he'd hung up James' clothing. Now he picked his naked master up in his powerful metal arms, and carried him to his bed. Gently, setting him down, W47 began to massage James. It felt really good. James vaguely wondered where W47 got the hot oil, but figured it must be part of the design specs of the roboslave Wally had been transformed into. Something was nagging James as he drifted off to sleep under the expert ministrations of W47. He couldn't recall what it was...
Meanwhile, with the glove's counterpart command ring no longer on James' finger, but in his jewelry drawer, a part of Wally's former self began to re-emerge. He didn't exactly remember, but there was something not right about him massaging the human male on the bed...