BLOG TOUR GUEST POST: 7 with 1 Blow by Caraway Carter


Thank you for hosting me today, Nic. I’d like to kick off this post by tossing in an exclusive excerpt from 7 With 1 Blow.


One afternoon, he was placed on a metal Saint Andrew’s Cross that he’d not been on before. Mistress Joan and boy Bob were prepping Taylor for a night on the cross with her violet wand, and although he’d felt it from Gio’s hands before, he was nervous at the new and added element: the X-shaped metal cross.

Today, I present you with the definition of VIOLET WAND. The BDSM Wiki defines it: Violet wands are modern electrical stimulation tools. They are used for the application of low current, high voltage (min 35 kV to max 65 kV typically), high-frequency, electricity to the body. They are most commonly used in BDSM though erotic sensation play is another known application. A violet wand typically consists of a hand held “wand” made of plastic which encases a high voltage electrical transformer. The base of the handle has a permanently attached electrical cord which plugs directly into a wall outlet. The use of a GFCI is recommended to protect users from failures or breaks in the case that could expose them to the high-current input voltage as is testing the outlet with a circuit tester to ensure the outlet integrity.

In my experience, and yes I’ve experienced one. the sensations were thrilling and I felt energized. I’m a bit of a masochist, so it might have been a different experience for me, than for anyone else. With my eyes closed, it made me feel as though I were being hit with lightning, and you could smell the hair being singed off my body.

There are accessories available, but anything metal can be used. In the scene above, by placing Taylor on a metal X-Frame, with an electrode under his foot this way the cross AND Taylor are insulated – NOT grounded. It gives the experience added dimension, because anytime Taylor would make contact with the metal he’d feel a shock.

Granted not everything is for everyone. As the saying goes, YKINMK or Your Kink Is Not My Kink. That’s why you discuss everything with your Dom/Top.

This is my last blog stop, I hope you learned some things from my posts. If you have questions or would like to learn more about me, check out my website.


7 With 1 Blow

Publisher: Beaten Track Publishing
Cover Artist: Caraway Carter

Length: 46,000 Words
Rating: Adult/Mature
Amazon: US I CA I AU I UK I DE


When 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.

In this tale of redemption, Taylor must face his demons as he learns to accept his status with mouth, mind, and heart.

WARNING: This story contains scenes of sexual intimacy and BDSM.


The 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.

Not 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.

His 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 hand.

In 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.

Taylor 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 the Author

Caraway 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.

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