It dawned on me as I embarked on planning a new BDSM series that there is one exceedingly rare demographic that is astoundingly over-represented in erotica.
To wit: there are 536 (give or take) billionaires in the US, and yet this near-mythical creature features in an astounding 17,560 erotica titles on Amazon. By comparison, there are 457 results for lawyer + erotica and only 60 for plumber + erotica.
Now, it’s easy to understand how some meek mouse might tremble in submissive yearning for an intense and invariably maladjusted billionaire; less easy to understand how that same mouse might submit to a plumber or pipefitter. I would argue that the latter might make for better fiction, at least in terms of exploring the sub’s motivations. I would argue further that the plumber might have more innate dominance going for him (or her) without the buckets of cash with which to unnerve and overwhelm a prospective sub.
And so I decided to steer well clear of the well-heeled and wealthy. The old slap and tickle might well be happening in mansions and estates across the land, but it would seem that most of it happens in that postwar bungalow or apartment next door.
It’s time to free the fictional Dom(me) from the tyranny of the billionaire. We are, after all, the 99%.