50 Shades deserves it's own level of hell.  After the book came out suddenly every Tumblrina knew that there was a billionaire playboy out there eager to help unleash her sexual energy and be rewarded with buttery affection in return.  Fantasy is thrilling, but that scenario is nothing but narcissism disguised as erotica.  And for your own safety and the safety of others, leave those Spencers 'bondage toys' at the mall.  You get what you pay for.  If it costs less than an McBeetus breakfast, you don't want to insert it in yourself or your partner.