There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.
Literarily speaking, I find unexpected encounters sexy, when the characters find themselves in situations they never saw coming. Men of the Manor is chock full of just such unexpected encounters, of masters of the house suddenly finding themselves, sexually speaking, with the help and vice-versa, and then having to deal with the ramifications. These kinds of scenarios make for great plot twists as well.
Imagine one of those oldie-worldie Agatha Christie mysteries but set among the leather/BDSM/kinky/poly/pansexual/Zodian/Wiccan community during one of their weird contests. Everyone and their dog is dressed in leather shirts, different uniforms, furs, latex, chiffon veils, chain collars and whatnot. Then imagine a detective who is also a Jewish lesbian and another one who is an African/American man from Alabama, raised by a very religious aunt. They have to find a murderer and they have to do it during one weekend, before the contestants and the judges cross different state lines and go home. They navigate around pissed off bootblacks, alcoholics, Christian activists and the Zodians, expanding their vocabulary as they go.
I thought it was a fabulous collection—well worth a read and not just from the sort of ogling perspective (what DO these folks do in their playrooms or bedrooms?), but also from a story perspective. One story was told mostly through a letter from a submissive to her dom, who had asked for a description of how she felt during one of their sessions. Another story was told from the perspective of a submissive woman training her dom. Yes—you read that right. It was any interesting collection of short stories and I read through it in no time. Check it out. You won’t be sorry.