After two excrutiating hours of rubbing feet, you are about ready to collapse, feeling as if your arms will fall off. Looking at the Guilmons face you can clearly see he enjoys this, with constant murrs growls coming from him. You decide to just stop rubbing and to your surprise, the Guilmon hardly notices. "M-master... please.. let me rest a bit." He doesn't hear you, so this time, you give his foot a soft slap.
"Huh? What?" The Guilmon comes out of his trance only to stare down at an exhausted little human. "why'd ya sto-I MEAN, GRRR, what is the meaning of this slave?" He really didn't have it in him to be mean, so his voice was hardly threatening.
"Please Guilmon.... i'm tired, i can't rub anymore, i need some rest." At this you collapse onto your knees. This makes the Guilmon jeer forwards and look at you with a concerned face, then with as much bravado as he could he said. "NO SLAVE I...I... i can't do this. You can rest little guy, rest all you need to." He gingerly picks you up and places you on his stomach while he slowly reclines. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad. You drift off into a nice sleep.
~+~
After sleeping for a couple of hours, you slowly rise up, only to be met with slight resistance as you feel yourself on his soft scaly stomach. You look up to him, and notice he's staring forward looking at a TV. Getting readjusted, you peak around the house; a small apartment, good room, nicely lit (well would be if it was daytime) and was very tidy. The TV shut off and his familiar voice boomed down to you.
"Oh good, your awake now!" He picks you up in his hand and places you on his palm, the two of you walk into his bedroom, nice and tidy also. He slowly climbs onto his bed and sits near the head of the bed. He sits with is legs spread and seats you in front of him, giving you a clear view of his now more than noticable package, one that was quite impressive. You stare up back to him, toothy grin on his face.
"I hope you had a good nap." You nod slowly, staring at his face, waiting for what he was going to decide. "I'm... sorry for being so harsh, they said i had to be mean to my slave, but i dont like being mean. So anyways, since you've massaged my feet really well i was hoping you could massage somewhere else." At this, his grin widened even more.
You get a little worried about this, feet was the only known territory you've had experience with. "Wh-where Guilmon.. i mean Master?"
"Oh just call me Guilmon, no need to be afraid, im not gonna hurt yah!" He then spreads his legs a little more. "I was hoping you could give me a rubbing...
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