In your first statement, for example, you assume that as a professional dominant, I sit like a spider, waiting for hapless, unknowing, unintelligent wealthy clients to fall under my dark spell. Then I presumably milk them of all their wealth and dispose of their bodies in some interesting fashion, worthy of The Abominable Dr. Phibes. This is a great fantasy, and I'm sure that the righteous indignation you feel for my imaginary victims keeps you warm at night. However, your argument is full of holes. First of all, I am not interested in playing with anyone who is not intelligent.
Stupid people have very little imagination, and the mind is the primary toy in the bdsm toy-box.
The few times I misjudged someone's intelligence in our preliminary interview, I was very disappointed upon meeting them. Realizing they did not have the mental aptitude to comprehend the intricacies of power exchange, I had to cut our play short and refund their money, as such scenes are neither challenging nor interesting for me. When I did professional sessions, I screened my clients carefully by phone. If they did not appear to understand the real ramifications of consensual bdsm, I ended the call as quickly as possible. I also avoided nonconsensual situations.