#Release Day! Welcome to the release of Caraway Carter's "7 With 1 Blow" and an EXCLUSIVE excerpt and article about SAFEWORDS!
Join me in welcoming Caraway Carter to my blog and the release of his newest novel, 7 With 1 Blow! Thank you for joining us today, Caraway!
Thank you for hosting me today, Ash. I’d like to kick off
this special post about "Safewords" with an exclusive excerpt from 7 With 1 Blow.
Eventually, he fell into a
drifting, restless slumber, chased by dreams where he was repeatedly humiliated
on a stage in front of his former boys and his current Scene followers. In one
dream, instead of the boys taking their proper punishments, they were punishing
him, laughing at him as he protested— the same way he’d always laughed at them if
they were stupid enough to try to use a safeword. Safewords were for fakers,
for posers. His boys didn’t have safewords. Now, neither did he.
Today, I present you with
the definition of SAFEWORDS. The Urban Dictionary defines it:In BDSM community, a word
(usually irrelevant and strange in the context of the sexual situation) agreed
by the participating parties to cease the activity. This is so that the
submissive partner(s) can say "stop" and "no" as often as
they want during the session and use the safe word when they actually mean it.
Safe words are important.
And anyone who tells you different, is someone you need to not be around. In 7
With 1 Blow I utilize the stoplight safe words. Green means Go, I love this. Yellow means,
slow it down. Red means, stop it now. And I’ve added Blue, which means, I’m
having a medical emergency.
Sometimes people choose
safe words and they either aren’t heard or the person using the safe word
decides they don’t want to use it. I made the mistake once of using uncle for a
safe word, and at the time I could never imagine saying uncle ever, not even if
I was in pain or too much pain, I just couldn’t come to grips with the fact
that I said I wanted to bring my uncle into that scene.
I recently read an article
on negotiations; both the Dom and the sub need to be honest with each other,
because the sub might have a different slow down in their mind. So, you need to
be very specific with what you want and don't want, and how much.
Be sure to check out the other blog posts, I’ve got a few more stops
where I’ll have more exclusive excerpts and will explain a few more aspects of
BDSM found in my upcoming release: 7 With 1 Blow! If you're at GRL today, be sure to speak with Caraway! He is one of the nicest authors I've had the pleasure of coming to know and is awesome to speak with!
Taylor Little, who styles himself "Dom Seven," is unwillingly taken
into custody by the Cadre, he is put between a rock and a hard place. Either he
will go to jail for his abuses against the local BDSM community, or he will
accept retraining from the bottom up, learning to be a slave before he ever
lays a flogger on another human being again.
this tale of redemption, Taylor must face his demons as he learns to accept his
status with mouth, mind, and heart.
This story contains scenes of sexual intimacy and BDSM.
man of the evening arrived—late as usual, but no one was surprised. It was just
his style. During his few short years in the Scene, Taylor Little had gathered
quite a following between customers, hangers-on, flatterers, and the occasional
scene partner. It wasn’t the most experienced or the most prestigious crowd in
the local Scene—in fact, many of Little’s followers were even less experienced
than he was—and people had noticed. Important people, people who could make or
break a new Dom.
that Taylor Little cared. He’d ruined munches, crashed play parties, and
generally acted like an arrogant banty rooster in a too-small hen yard. It
wasn’t surprising when he would show up at a munch, poach an inexperienced boy,
and put him on the web in a BDSM porn shoot a week later; it was just inappropriate.
lateness was also par for the course. Taylor Little—who called himself “Dom Seven”—made
his elaborate entrance. Normally, his slaves crawled before him, regardless of
the venue or whether it was appropriate. The sharper-tongued members of the
Scene whispered that it was because of his height, which, even with his heavy
boots, topped out at five foot seven. But this time, his current slave walked
in front of him, shirtless, his neck enclosed inside a black leather collar. A
chain snaked away from the collar’s single jump ring and into Taylor’s black-gloved
an uncharacteristic nod to propriety, Taylor had had this slave wear dirty
white Converse tennis shoes and tight black jeans, with a thick black leather
belt. As they entered the room, a scowl crossed Taylor’s face. It were as if no
one had paid attention to anything he had done with his slave; the crowd was
still looking at Mistress Joan.
and his slave were the only ones not looking at Mistress Joan. Instead, Taylor
looked around the room to see if anyone was checking out his new boy while the
slave kept his own eyes focused on his shoes. Not a single soul was looking
their way. With a frown and a muttered command, Taylor tapped the slave on the
shoulder. The boy nodded his head and dropped to his knees as Taylor looked
around for an open chair. As the boy fell to the ground, the door of the
backroom swung shut so that no one, aside from those gathered in the room, was
witness to the slave boy’s further humiliation.
About Caraway Carter
Carter has worn numerous hats. He's been a furniture salesman, a dresser, a
costumer, an actor/waiter, a rabble rouser, a poet and most recently a writer.
He married his husband on Halloween and they are the loving parents of an
adorable cat, named Molly. He loves words and stringing them together, he loves
sex and sexy men. He loves seeing how far his muse will take him and he's
looking forward to entertaining you.