It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by m...agic, we see a new meaning in it.There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing. She even thoroughlywiped my feet that she had now stripped off my sandals."There, you're all clean now," she cooed at me. "Let's just get yourdiaper on you, a fresh outfit, and then we'll get you home," she said ina soothing voice.She wasted no time flipping a diaper open, grabbing my ankles, andlifting my now clean and cold butt into the air. The lady that hadcommented on my potty-training ability walked in just then and said,"Good, I see you were prepared at least. I wanted to tell you a. The first thing I noticed was her slim, shapely legs, dangling ever so sexily from beneath her short skirt. She has dancer’s legs, long, tight and toned to perfection. The four inch heels she wore, complimented the shape of her slim body. Her hair is black and cut short. Her eyes are jet black, her skin is porcelain white. She reads while smoking. I have yet to see her socialize with anyone. I think she’s a sub. A few days ago, we were waiting for the elevator. I tried to make eye contact. I could see the flicker of a television off in the corner and hear a gentle moaning; ”She is watching porn.” Her eyes fixed on the TV. as she slowly pleasured herself. My fingers slowly move around my cock and I began to stroke its length. Feeling the veins getting ever bigger as my cock gets harder and harder. My hand stroking the full length, the thought goes through my mind, “Not to fast.” My other hand reaches for my balls and gently squeezes them as my eyes remained fixed on the.