Sarah under Control

                                                      Chapter 21

Waking the following morning, the second of her two days of anal abstinence whilst her modifications stabilized, by Master Brutus’s urgent licking of her tattooed anus Sarah immediately noticed that the uncomfortable sensation of something alien deep inside her ass-pussy had almost gone, as her body quickly accepted her new internal beading as part of her submissive anatomy. Smiling contentedly, she thrust her pert little ass back onto the great beast’s tongue and dozed a little, before a sharp growl alerted her that her canine master was aware that she was awake, and that he required attention. Sitting up and stretching her arms wide, so that her cinched gourds thrust proudly downwards from her chest (she was amazed at how fast she had learned to revel in their new direction), Brutus bounded onto the bed, his cock already emerging from its sheath like a scarlet rocket. Laying expectantly next to his charge, he welcomed the arrival of her dreadlocked head between his legs, as that wonderfully modified tongue started to work its magic. Prepared for the knot this time, Sarah kept her daintily manicured left hand circled at the very base of the shaft, and as the big moment arrived, this time she was able to keep most of the knot in her mouth by pulling it into her as the mighty organ flooded her throat with the copious watery seed that it was her duty to consume each morning. Even given her best efforts, the knot finally became too big for her lovely lips to contain, and she moaned in frustration as the ball popped back into view, and the last few squirts anointed her tongue and the back of her palette, rather that the depths of her oesophagus. She had done her best, and she felt Master Brutus realised that, as he licked the back of her neck affectionately whilst the slut did her impression of a human washcloth until the beast’s groin was spotless. Maybe she would ask the doc if there was any way the width to which her lips would open could be increased?

As Maisy entered to retrieve Brutus, Darcy followed her in, clad in outrageous pink latex maid outfit, shiny pink stockings and 6 inch heels which she had difficulty enough walking in without the pair of heavy steel weights which hung from her stretched scrotum, which now sported a steel collar which made some of the stretching permanent. Paula had been busy it seemed! Darcy would not even meet her eye, such was her shame at having grassed her up yesterday, and Sarah found that she felt no semblance of pity for the one who would betray her so readily.

Ignoring the Maid who brought her coffee, juice, and Master Teddy’s special cream and yoghurt for her breakfast, Sarah swept naked into the bathroom. Darcy flushed slightly deeper when he saw the human urinal tattoo that had been added to the Technicolor feast that her wife’s slut body was rapidly becoming. Unaware of even half of what adorned her skin, and quite at ease with that, the slut prepared her enemas before showering, singing softly to herself.

As she sat at her dresser, clean both inside and out ,in a flimsy yellow negligee, Ceebert entered.

“Good morning slut Sarah- how did you enjoy your day of abstinence yesterday? I see you used nearly 2 full tubes of brown lip gloss, so I assume you weren’t short on company” he teased

“It was a pleasant enough day master, but I shall be very glad when tomorrow comes” gushed the now perfectly trained slut.

As he filled her syringes and watched her lift each gourd and her eyes flutter euphorically as she depressed each plunger into her massive, nearly black cookies, he saw the irony of the fact that they still filled her with Complyormone, despite her almost complete acceptance of her rehabilitation. She barely needed the aphrodisiac effect now either-indeed they had weaned her off the Viagra element of her injections a while back now, yet her cravings had remained…she was a natural! Winston intended to keep her on Complormone, hornet and various other venoms, and hormone suppressants to prevent periods for the foreseeable future, along with antibiotics whenever her modifications demanded it. Such was the success of this regime so far, only a fool would have questioned it.

Moaning over a mini-orgasm from titworld as she forced the last of the venom into her engorged slutnips, she handed the final empty syringe to Ceebert with genuine thanks as he explained her day.

“Looking at your cookies, slut, I feel we have reached a milestone. They are now fully six inches across, and occupy all of the front part of your breasts. It is not practical to stretch them back towards your chest, but, from a head-on point of view, your tits have finally become all nipple! I am proud of that achievement, particularly given how quickly it has happened. As of today, we can dispense with the aureolae stretching devices. I like the horizontal and vertical piercings to which the springs have been attached all these weeks very much, so they will stay, although I have had some special permanent ones made. We shall continue to stretch your teats though. Athough they are fully 2 inches long now, Winston and Teddy want to get them as close to cocks on your chest as is possible, so I shall add a third bar to each today and increase the stretching load. I feel you deserve a reward for your achievement with your aureolae though, and I will explain that as I install it. Once we are done with your breasts, I have a viewer’s request tattoo to attend to, and then you will be open to visitors again until this evening, when the doctor is calling. He will need to sedate you, so you will sleep well tonight”.

Intrigued by much of what her master had just said, Sarah nodded acceptance, realising that her trust in this man was such that she never felt fear any more when he was involved. As she lay back in the reclining chair and felt his hands removing the extenders from her cookies, she was struck by how gentle this big man was, and felt a wave of pure affection wash over her, as her six inch wide monster cookies lay before her, unconstrained for the first time in weeks.

As he gently unscrewed the balls from the ends of the eight barbells that had provided the stretching pointes for her pizzas for so long, he eased them out of the flesh.

“ I had these made for you, slut” he announced, and showed her eight thick barbells the same length as the ones recently removed, but instead of balls on the end, they had caps that looked like the end of a bone…just as it was tribal to weave bones into your hair and wear them as jewellery, Ceebert had created barbells that gave the illusion that her cookie meat was pierced by solid gold bones! Gasping at the thought, Sarah watched as Ceebert eased each barbell, thicker than the ones they replaced, into her meat, and screwed the bone ends on, adding a drop of threadlock to each one to make them permanent. When he had finished, her nipples looked like they had been impaled by four bones each  and the only way to remove them was a visit to the machine shop. She felt a rumble in her colon as the beginnings of her first anal orgasm for over 24 hours send shock waves to her nipples which her perfectly conditioned sexuality immediately interpreted as intense pleasure. Ceebert smiled, and produced a large, evil looking 3mm needle with which he proceeded to make the third piercing in each teat to mark the progress of their stretching in that direction. This sent her over the edge, and as the needle penetrated her teat, she screamed not in pain but in orgasmic ecstasy.

As he finished the second teat piercing, Sarah was sobbing her way through post orgasmic haziness, and hardly noticed as Ceebert added a slightly stronger sprung stretcher to each teat-they would be 4 inches long by Christmas if he had his way.

“ Now your reward, Sarah” he continued. “ Your cookies are fully six inches across now-that gives them a diameter of roughly 18 inches. This barbell is 1 inch long. If I mark a series of dots around the circumference at 1 inch intervals, you will get the idea of what I want to achieve. If I pierce between each alternate pair of dots and insert one of these gold barbells, we can create the illusion that your cookies are surrounded by gold balls. I think that would define your nipple achievement rather well, don’t you? It will take 9 piercings and 9 barbells around each cookie to create the illusion, so you’d better prepare yourself! It’s a good job your site is doing so well-this is a lot of money’s worth of gold I’m putting in your chest today”

As he carefully measured and marked her cookie border, she drank in the wonderful thing of beauty that her breasts had now become-pointing downwards in an African fashion, teats pierced and being stretched into cocks, 6 inch nearly black cookies, puffed up with venom and adorned with bones, and now to be surrounded with gold balls in fully 3 foot of pierced pizza rim. She was becoming a thing of worth; a thing of beauty-no longer a shallow bauble, but something specifically created to give her black masters pleasure!

By the time Ceebert had finished , she had passed out through anal orgasm twice, and scored the third when he held up a mirror so that she could see the result!

After recovering over a coffee liberally laced with crème de la stud farm, she found herself over the edge of the couch, ass in the air, as Ceebert carefully tattooed “Beaded for your pleasure” in gothic font just outside of the flower around her anus, so that anyone using her ass in the standard all fours dog style that was required of her would read it and feel the service was personal. Little would they know that it was actually a suggestion from the fiendish mind of one of her viewers. In fact, such was the imagination of this particular follower that the Masters had already pencilled in many more of his suggestions for consideration in due course, one of which was short-listed for her bald head! It was likely that Sarah would eventually wear many of this fan’s suggestions on her slut body forever!

As the relaxing humming around her asshole stopped, Sarah wondered mildly what new artwork she now wore on her body that was canvas to the internet-but such was her satisfaction at being allowed to serve this way, she realised that it really didn’t matter!

Still awash with affection for Master Ceebert, she thanked him for all of his wonderful gifts by using every trick she had learned so far to blow him better than he had ever been blown before. After lovingly tonguing his asshole and sucking on his big leathery balls until the skin no longer wrinkled, she teased his shaft with her modified tongue, before taking his weapon into her neck, pausing at the gullet to let him experience the feel of the bead implants before swallowing his shaft greedily to the balls, and urgently massaging his prostate with her fingers in his ass as she milked every last drop of his ambrosial cum into her greedy stomach to join Master Brutus’s earlier offering. Ceebert struggled to stop his knees from buckling as her blasted into her neck, letting out a roar before letting her slide back up his shaft to catch a much needed breath. He smiled inwardly knowing that this was the last time this would be a problem. The slut was so trusting, she hadn’t even asked why the doctor was going to anaesthetise her.

Bidding Master Ceebert farewell, Sarah sat down and read a magazine until the doorbell rang, and all-in-pink Darcy let the first of many visitors. For the rest of the day, Sarah was strapped into the portable urinal, had her head between buttocks rimming ass, or had her throat stretched around a monster black pole draining the cum from it. What would a few weeks ago of seemed the ultimate humiliation was now second nature to her, and she derived pride in the silliest things like applying her brown lipstick as prettily as possible before rimming, or swallowing the most copious delivery of piss that was clearly saved up to foil her without spilling a drop. She simply accepted that this was her role in life now she was at least partially rehabilitated, and relished every comment that was made about her new piercings as they lifted her gourds like meat at the butchers to check them out. She was happily getting through her day-the last before she could use her new beaded anus again as she was meant to do, when young Wayne shattered her peace. He was brash, black and well hung. He wore his baseball cap sideways with an arrogance that only a youth could possess, and, after telling her abruptly that Winston was his “bro”, he treated her roughly, used her throat like he was wanking with a glove, and, after blowing his load into her mouth, he told her he heard she was a toilet slut like white Ho’s should be. A little shocked at his manner, she obediently replied “yes Master, if you require it”, fully expecting to be strapped into the urinal for the umpteenth time that day. As she wondered why this young lad was treating her so badly, when the majority of her black master visitors treated her well so long as she was respectfully submissive to them as she was destined to do, she felt him roughly grab her by the dreadlocks, drag her to the couch and pull her head back over the arm as he straddled her head so that his anus was directly above her brown lipsticked mouth.

“He wants rimming first”, she reasoned- “why did he have to be so rough about it?-rimming is one of the things I excel at” she pondered, as her pierced tongue darted out obediently to worship the arrogant young master’s ass. At the first lick, she knew something was wrong. All her previous experiences without exception with rimming had been done with acceptable to high levels of hygiene. It was almost as if they took pride in it-but this lad was different ;he was filthy, and it was a testament to her training that she managed to stifle a retch as she tentatively began the unexpected task of cleaning his anus. Flushing red with shame, she reminded herself that it was her job to serve, not to enjoy, and managed to feign some sort of enthusiasm as she continued. Sensing that she was making an effort, Wayne taunted her, urging her to lick the filth from his black ass, as it was all sluts like her were good for. His words stung and she redoubled her efforts, determined that this lad would not have cause for complaint, however unpleasant he was. Suddenly, as her tongue popped in past the first barbell, she felt his muscles clench, and his anus gaped. Her tongue was pushed back into her mouth as he gleefully expelled the beginnings of what was to be a truly massive turd into her beautiful mouth. Shocked and repulsed, she recoiled and tried to pull away, even her training and the Complyormone failing to overcome her revulsion. Wayne held on tightly to he dreadlocks and continued to force the turd into her mouth, urging her to accommodate it and swallow it like she did his cock or he would tell Winston how useless she was. Chilled by his words, and terrified of losing face with her Masters, she concentrated on willpower, and tried to accept the warm torpedo as it grew in her mouth, but as it touched the back of her mouth, she retched, and began to vomit, causing her to bite down on the turd ,nipping a very copious mouthful off  before finally wrestling herself away, ripping her dreads from his hands as she turned and vomited heartily on the carpet, spewing several pints of urine and semen over the remains of his shit as she spat and spat and tried to rid herself of the taste and smell.

Hearing the commotion, Maisy burst in, and, quickly weighing the situation up, she screamed at Wayne to leave immediately, gesturing at the menacing figure of Brutus when he started to argue. Muttering as he pulled up his pants, Wayne exited rapidly, and Maisy summoned Darcy to clean up, as she sat Sarah down with a coffee and tried to console her.

Sarah sobbed to Maisy as she explained that she was torn between a feeling of utter revulsion at having been expected to perform such a repulsive act, and total shame at having failed to obey a Master’s request. Maisy felt that it was the latter that was causing her the most strife, and, having calmed her down, she told Darcy to turn any further visitors away until she had spoken to Winston.

As Winston listened to Maisy explain this development, his mind raced. Firstly, this punk kid was no friend of his-Wayne was a hanger-on whom Winston would not normally grant the time of day-but he was a brother, and after constant pleading having joined the website, Winston had reluctantly agreed to allow him to visit their slut. For this show of disrespect, he would pay-but he had shown them something important. There were things the usually insatiable Sarah drew the line at-but not being able to do those things caused her trauma, such was the depth of her training. Maybe the lad had a point-they were so proud of her and impressed with the devotion she showed to her rehabilitation, they had taken their eye off the ball. This was meant to be training, not a pleasure camp-Sarah had no right to refuse scat play, however revolting Winston and probably all of the other masters found it. This would change.

He told Maisy to let the slut regain her composure, and to turn all visitors away except Rufus and Eric from the laundry-they were due later, and he would speak to them in advance about the new rules. Winston himself would join them when the doctor visited later.

Some time later, Sarah had regained her composure, and was feeling a deepening sense of guilt at her failure, despite utter revulsion at the experience. Hearing the door, she looked up as Darcy showed in the familiar muscled forms of the lads from the laundry-Winston had promised them they could visit her, so she wasn’t surprised.

“Hello Masters” she greeted cheerfully, trying her best to make up for her lapse.

“Hi slut” said Rufus “We were due to stop by and enjoy your hospitality after our efforts with your chest, so here we are. However, Winston tells us you’ve been a bad girl, so after we’ve used you, a little punishment is due”

Her eyes filling with tears, Sarah realised that her worst fears had been confirmed-she had disrespected a Master, and one on Winston’s bros as well...a punishment was the least she could expect. Why hadn’t she just done as she was told, and then the memories of that foul turd came back, and she cried some more.

Oblivious to the slut’s torment, Rufus and Eric look it in turns to enjoy abnormally enthusiastic attention, as she tried as hard as she could to atone for her sins by using her mouth, tongue and throat with maximum enthusiasm on each of the masters in turn. Captivated by the beautiful slut’s favours, both men had to keep reminding themselves of Winston’s instructions to show her no kindness, and both men had to stifle moans of pleasure as they blew their copious loads deep into the slut’s greedy, hungry mouth. Sensing they were not as happy with their treatment as she had hoped, she asked how else she could please them.

“What do you suggest, slut?” teased Rufus, hiding his guilt at having to treat the dreadlocked beauty this way. Trotting off to get her urinal hood, she knelt and offered her neck for the device to be attached. “Nah, not for us slut, we’ll pass” said Eric reluctantly, remembering Winston’s instructions. Again feeling failure, a flustered Sarah asked what else would please them. Again, they asked what she suggested. With her anus still off limits, she gulped, and realised that she had to offer to rim them, despite her earlier experience. What would have been a natural thing to do this morning now filled her with revulsion (ironic given the “I rim any black” logo inked in her fair skin), but her back was against the wall.

“Why don’t you let me rim you both, masters?” she asked meekly.

“ We hear that black ass isn’t good enough for you, slut, so no thanks-we’ll pass” teased Rufus, again reluctantly as he’d give his left bollock to have this beauty’s pierced tongue in his anus.

“But…it’s what I do” sobbed the slut, grateful to be spared more of those flavours, but feeling hopelessly inadequate.

“Well you’d better convince us you are good enough for such an honour-beg” said Rufus with as much conviction as he could muster.

Realising she was at a crossroads, Sarah gulped and, summoning as much enthusiasm as she could muster, she whispered” Please Master”

“Please what slut, say it like you mean it” taunted Eric

“ Please let me lick you wonderful sphincters” she sobbed, realising that a few hours ago she would have meant every word.

“You’ll have to do better than that slut- beg us to hurt you in order to earn the right” came the inspired reply.

“Please hurt this slut so that she may lick your asses” came the slightly more convincing reply.

“OK slut-here’s the deal-you can lick my ass while Rufus lifts your body off the ground by your gourds-and you must beg repeatedly throughout. If you please me, you can do the same to Rufus while you rim me-and don’t forget to beg” said Eric assertively, starting to enjoy this newfound power.

This agreed, they positioned the slut on her back, with her ankles resting up on the couch end. Rufus stood astride her chest, whilst Eric positioned himself expectantly over her heavily and enthusiastically re-lipsticked mouth. Rufus placed his mighty hands around the narrowness of her breast cinches, and, flexing his mighty arms, he gripped the gourds tightly and lifted. As the blood rushed to her cookies, her new gold bones and perimeter balls throbbed as her body gradually was raised, until her mouth was adjacent o he proffered anus.

“Now convince me slut” shouted Eric

“Please Master, let me lick” she whispered, trying not to catch the anal musk that had revolted her so earlier.

“Not good enough-try harder” he replied.

As the grip on her cinches tightened, and the pain in her chest became more exciting, titworld beckoned, and, losing herself in the moment, she again begged, but this time meaning it, prepared to do anything to enter titworld properly, but also strangely excited by this first experience of true humiliation through revulsion.

“Please Master-allow me to worship your anus and savour its taste” she said automatically, now totally driven by the sensations that titworld was causing in her ass-pussy

“ Better” said a surprised and excited Eric, and on his cue, Rufus raised her by her gourds until her mouth was glued to his asshole, which she started to lick with an unprecedented enthusiasm as the reality of how revolting this act could be drove her crazy, and she howled in orgasm into his ass-meat, briefly wondering what would happen if Eric decided to shit in her mouth…but only briefly.

As Rufus lowered the rag-doll figure of the slut back to the floor, Eric reflected on the best rimjob he’d ever had, and both of them could scarcely believe that the fear of having her mouth shat into had actually induced an orgasm of that strength.

As she returned to reality, the roles were reversed, and as Eric lifted the slut by her gourds, she begged to all that was holy to be allowed to lick Rufus’s ass, any fear of filth left far behind by the lure of titworld, and the dizzy sexuality of being this humiliated. As her second orgasm arrived, and she drove her tongue into his rectum, she actually found herself imagining meeting something bulky travelling the other way, and did not stop in her worship.

As she thanked her masters for their gift, once again, to her relief meaning every world, talk returned to her punishment. Too weak to resist, she told them that she would accept whatever was deemed appropriate for having been so disrespectful to m master’s sphincter.

Pulling out two pink cinches, Rufus explained that these were 9 inches long, and were to have been her next step in a week or two assisted by muscle restructuring injections and the tit mangle- but as punishment her gourds, only just accustomed to their 6 inch stretch, were to be pulled manually out to 9 inches and re-cinched using just muscle power.

Nodding her acceptance of her punishment, she watched as they unlaced her gourds, and her bounteous titmeat sprang back to it’s natural size-but not shape! Already, the natural curve towards the waist was permanent, and she was proud to see that her chest was already at least partially africanized. Discarding the 6 inch leather cinches, Rufus appointed himself first breast puller, and, taking the left one in his huge hands he started squeezing and pulling, first just firmly,which Sarah enjoyed, then very strongly, which at first threatened to send her over the edge again, but quickly became too painful for even her trained sexuality to convert into pleasure, and as the pulling became really urgent, she started sobbing in pain. Eric held the 9 inch cinch up against the tortured meat, and, seeing the degree of pull needed, Rufus gave one final squeeze and then pulled so hard Sarah thought her gourd was being ripped from her chest. As she screamed out, Eric quickly wrapped the new 9 inch gourd around the stretched meat and laced it tightly before Rufus released the once fabulous globe to settle in it’s new, longer housing. As he laced it tight, and the pain peaked, Sarah shouted “Punish this slut for disrespecting black anus Master!”

Impressed, they gave her a while to recover before switching places and repeating the procedure.

In under an hour her new, longer gourds sat proudly in their new corsetry, and Sarah had learned the erotic value of humiliation. Eric and Rufus had enjoyed the most erotic experience of their lives, and Sarah had, without realising it, started on yet another journey.

After an hour or so of reflection, evening approached, and Sarah was told by Maisy that she was not permitted solids due to her impending anaesthetic. Meek in her acceptance of anything after the day’s experiences, she sipped juice and ate stud farm yoghurt as she awaited the doctor’s arrival.

As Darcy answered the door, Sarah knew immediately by the curtseying that was going on that Master Winston had arrived. He walked in with Doctor G, who was carrying a large medicine bag.

“Good evening slut-not one of your finest days, I am told” he boomed, as the slut threw herself to her knees in apology.

Bidding her to stand, Winston lifted her recently tortured gourds by the teat, one at a time, and inspected her punishment. “ I see you have already been punished in part for your insulting behaviour today. You must learn that you exist to serve black, and that fact that you seem to enjoy much of what we ask of you is simply a bonus. If we ask something of you that revolts you, you will simply accept the humiliation as part of your training and perform the task with enthusiasm. Humiliation is something you need to learn to relish, and you will find that when you wake up tomorrow, we will have given you a little gift that will forever be a reminder of the power of humiliation. Do you understand this, slut?” he asked quietly but forcefully.

Without even pausing to think, Sarah sobbed “ Yes Master, anything you ask”, genuinely keen to avoid any repeat of today’s indiscretion.

“Good slut-I will explain what tonight holds for you, and then leave you in the hands of the good doctor. We have had complaints that you are unable to keep cock in your throat long enough-indeed, several of your masters have expressed the desire to fuck your throat for prolonged periods-maybe even all night. The Doctor has pioneered a process that is copied from an operation performed on racehorses. A small incision is made in your throat, just below where it splits into the oesophagus. A steel portal is inserted, with a removable plug to close the portal when your throat is not in use. When you are throating, removal of the plug will enable your lungs to draw air in directly through the portal, thus allowing the throat to be occupied permanently. Thanks to modern glues, it can be installed quickly, and will be useable by the time you wake, and will heal quickly. The portal when closed looks quite attractive and unobtrusive, but thanks to your behaviour today, Ceebert will be adding a little embellishment for you. Do you accept this slut Sarah?”

Shocked at the imminence of such a major modification, and the fact that they felt she should be modified so radically; but also excited at the idea of being able to throat endlessly, Sarah hesitated only briefly before saying “Thank you Master-it will be an honor to wear your modifications” She wasn’t about to let him down twice in one day

Laid on the bed, she felt a sharp prick in her cookie as the doctor injected her with a powerful sedative based on Rohypnol-she was not unconscious, but so out of it that she would remember nothing. Once under, he quickly swabbed her swan-like neck, admiring it’s unmolested beauty for the last time, before deftly slitting the skin with a scalpel. Working quickly, he enlarged the cut enough to accept the inch wide portal, and then slipped it into place, securing it with the medical glue that was developed for Vietnam, but was now available in its impure form in stationers. Again swabbing with disinfectant, he stepped back to examine the hobdayed neck, which he had to admit looked hot! Excited at the thought of trying it out, he focussed on the job in hand, and pulled down the bottom lip of the barely conscious slut before finding the frenum, cutting it with surgical scissors, and cauterising it with an electric hotwire to staunch the bleed. Now she would be able to get that crazy tongue of hers halfway up a man’s backside…wow!

Packing up his gear and leaving, he accepted Winston’s thanks, and promised to call by the next evening to check on his patient.

As the doctor exited, in came Ceebert with his tattooing equipment. It was time to give Sarah the gift of permanent humiliation.

As the Rohypnol wore off slightly, Sarah’s eyes fluttered open and she saw Ceebert, her most trusted master sat at her bedside. Smiling adoringly at him, she wondered only vaguely why he was tattooing her throat.

Ceebert smiled as his latest masterpiece took place-her new neck portal, just as her navel did lower down, represented the anus-the ruined, gaping anus of a kneeling slut, whose tattooed legs spread round either side of her neck. Viewed face to face, the slut kneeling ass towards you, with the shiny steel anus, was recognisable by the corn snake tattoos, even though the others she did not wear yet. Whilst no more humiliating than the ink all over her back, Sarah would know all about this one, and be virtually unable to effectively cover it up. Just as her training as an anal and oral slut was nearly complete, and would be crowned the following weekend with the shaving of her head if she pleased at the stud farm; and her africanization was well under way; her training as a humiliation slut was only just beginning!

In the ER room, Wayne waited quietly to be sewn up and have his broken bones reset. He too had leaned a lesson today.