Face Fur 5

As any man knows when we were but young lads we dreamed of the days we could be manly enough to shave, or at least have some form of facial hair. For me it was the mustache. Many funny descriptive names have been given to this once highly coveted facial hair of my youth. By the time I was 18 I had my well-groomed caterpillar mounted over my upper lips for the men to see and now I was part of their ranks. Of course I guess like many other men my story didn’t really start there. It started several years earlier when visiting my grandparents.


My grandfather was a clean shaven man that never needed to say a word to be understood. His face said is all. Weathered lines from a rough life of working outside doing many different kinds of work had taken its toll but he swore that every day he would be presentable to the world as he would get out his shaving kit and begin the ritual. A red and white dish (I suspected the red was to cover the blood sprinkles) that contained a round soap disk and a brush. But the thing that shook me to the core was the implement next to it. A thin folding piece of metal in ivory handles. His shaver of choice was a straight razor. I would watch in awe as he lathered up his face then gave the strap on the wall a few strokes with the razor before removing the offending whiskers. To make matters even more interesting he was sworn to make sure all the men in the family knew how to use this evil blade of death. When I was 14 he decided it was my turn to learn the art of shaving my face. I wasn’t scared, I was terrified. I will never forget the warm lather being brushed on and his hand guiding mine as she showed me how to hold and move the blade. I feel lucky I survived.


Now oddly after I used a few conventional razors later I actually missed the straight razor and got one and for a time used it. I actually got really good and lost my fear but still had a healthy respect of the blade. Over time like men do I experimented with different looks. From clean shaven to mustache, goatee, and beards were the normal progression of some people. I finally have come to a place where I like the goatee the best for me. It fits my face without covering it all under a wild bush of hair. Shaving is still my least favorite event of the week but it’s that or look like a remake of Grizzly Adams for those who remember the show.

Guys just find what you like and that your lady enjoys. Remember that it’s all in the facial hair, first impressions and all that jazz. Let your face speak for you.

About Lord Raven

Lord Raven is a master at blending both the erotic and the macabre. He is a life Style Dominant who came into things in this way of living in the “traditional” manner and has been involved in BDSM for more than 20 years. He is a highly social creature by nature and his hobbies include paddle making, knife play, general deviance, gratuitous flirtation, and of course rough sex.

5 thoughts on “Face Fur

  • Molly

    There is something very sexy about a man shaving with a straight razor, I think it is something to do with the idea of the potential for damage and the contrast with the gentle but precise way he uses it.

    Oh and I agree the goatee totally suits you


  • ancilla ksst

    My Master just shaved the beard he grew out before Halloween (he also shaved his head to dress as Walter White). I liked the way it looked but HATED the way his mustache got in my nose and poked me when we kissed. His coworkers (female) were all sad he shaved.

  • Malflic

    So here’s my take. I’ve never gone longer than two and a half weeks without a shave since I started. That was only to grow enough of a goatee to play the devil at my Heaven and Hell Halloween party a while back. Like you I grew up around straight razors and first shaved with.

  • sub-Bee

    Now as much as I’m not keen on facial fair I think your look is perfect for it and wow, a straight razor is a scary thing to master!

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