Re-Earning his Leathers

Perhaps it wasn't the best choice of days- Lyssa's home, where Preston is staying, got broken into yesterday afternoon and the computer was stolen (plus other stuff, for folks who were curious while both of them had had net silence for 2 days now). Everyone is ok. But Preston was a good boy and met me at my class at 5:30pm as promised, while I was still wet and covered in piss in a freezing room because I'm a trooper like that. The classes yesterday went really well, even if they were smaller than hoped (I blame Mother's Day mixed with it being Sunday).We walked past art galleries and cafes, window shopped, day dreamed and shared more of our life stories that had been unfolding over the past week and a half. Finally we stopped for a bite and drinks on Oxford Street, got to chat with passing strangers and students, and poured out more to one another. When I had seen something really special in him in the first few days of knowing him in person, I'd made him an offer. He accepted. The ring in his nose is my ring.His Daddy is gone. I have no interest in replacing his in his heart or life. But as a boy turned Daddy, it's a hard place to be in- a Daddy with no Daddy of his own, his training left abruptly, and an empty space in his life. I on the other hand need someone who I can go those places with, whom can be my boy in a very formal role and formal training. Since I left Toby 10 years ago, it has been something in the back of my mind. Scout and I have a very different dynamic, and I can dive in different ways between these two amazing transmen.So he decided he wanted to re-earn his black hanky. Re-earn his leathers.So after hours of wandering the city by night, being rained on, sharing deep dark secrets and missing the last train, we hopped the night bus back to his place, played for a few hours, then woke and played again.I wanted to just share a few images from the past 24 hours. They mean a lot to me.Preston flat on the ground after having had his belt used on his front, his back, around his throat, wrapped around my fist as a load weight, and more. Re-earning his belt.Preston collects blades. This blade is covered with his blood. His hands are well worn, a heavily lived life, and in him, a kindred spirit. I love collecting good people. I love finding family. I really do consider this boy family, and have no doubt he will honor me and do me proud.That is hard to say, as yesterday afternoon we had a strong conversation about public vs. private discussion. Some things, of heart and soul, are not suited for exposing to the neon light of analysis and showing those who do not or should not need to see it. It was a very hard discussion, but an important one if he wants to serve me.Sitting on the bed in my Carolina boots, black jeans, leather belt and leather gloves, dog tags on the center of my chest, he knelt before me in leather gloves and jeans and played with chain. He looks *so* young in this pic. It's funny, he is a very tough man usually, but sometimes he goes so soft and sweet around me. I also got to see other sides of him, and that was very important as well.and Preston, here are 2 icons for ya if ya like:So yeah, I'm being really emotional and serious about this right now. Being a Sir has been something I've wanted for a very long time, and have never gotten to seriously pursue in a formal relationship. Hell, Duncan and I have been together for three years and I've never had a collaring ceremony or other formal claiming ritual for him. This is whirlwind, amazing, tearjerking, and emotionally powerful for me.Does it change my other relationships- only in so much as other relationships change of their own accord. But this is something I need in my life, and I am incredibly blessed to have found someone to fill this roll. I want to help him re-earn his leathers, except his cap, which he has earned through and through from his Daddy. Where the relationship will go after there, who knows- but a formal verbal contract as a Sir is an amazingly powerful thing for me to enter into, and I feel very blessed.So yeah, I know some folks who read this who know Preston may have been giving him shit for spending a lot of time with me for the last week solid. I'm sorry to have pulled him away from your attention- but this is something that I needed, and he has stepped in when the universe saw I needed it. I am very blessed.