The vest, a patchwork of camouflage, hugs the curves of a body that’s been trained to obey. It’s a stark contrast to the black harness, straps biting into flesh, marking territory. The person stands, one hand resting on a hip, the other loose at their side, a picture of forced nonchalance. But the shadows on their face, the sweat glistening, tell a different story. It’s a story of submission, of a sissy black boy waiting for his mama’s command.
Intense Anticipation
And the text, it’s bold, demanding.



