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techniques and more experimentation.
    The best X had been able to come up
with was that men wanted to feel desire and women wanted to be desired. But of
course that was too easy a reduction. It didn’t apply everywhere. Too many
unknown variables with people in the S&M scene.
    X had known men similar to Compton
before, successful men with demanding careers who wanted to escape the stresses
of their lives. They were looking to be transported, to achieve an alternate,
sacred state. Much of it had been about catharsis for them, about breaking free
from their egos. And that’s where the Domme came in.
She assumed the role of the higher power. She became the object of adoration
for men who demanded respect.
    Even so, X understood that fetishes
were a hard thing to figure out. The shrinks hadn’t even succeeded. Things that
some people considered normal, others considered unhealthy. What was fetish on
the surface was all psychology underneath. Another thing Simeon didn’t
understand was that a true Domme wasn’t a whore, but
a psychologist. She found out what a man really wanted and then pushed him
farther than he thought he could go. That was where the training came in. A man
wants to be humiliated? Insult him. Easy enough. Want him to really feel
humiliation? Make him clean your toilet with his tongue and then tell him how
pathetic he is for doing such a thing.
    The uncertainty around Compton was the
scope of his capacity for violence. She knew that he mixed sex and death. That
was clear enough because the man had a thing for edge play. But if he had
really murdered his last Domme , Compton had gone over
the edge. If he had done that, there was no redemption for him and he would
probably do it again.
    The last time she had asked Simeon
about it he had been dismissive. The agent had tried to calm her, probably so
she wouldn’t run, X knew. X thought that the man knew the truth about Compton
but she herself didn’t know what to believe.
    If Compton was a murderer, it changed
the whole formula around. It meant that he wasn’t really a masochist. It meant
that he was a sadist. She knew that it was possible that he was a true sado -masochist. X believed that the two components couldn’t
be separated anyway, that one didn’t exist without the other, but one
disposition was always more dominant. She sensed that her interactions with him
would be about figuring out which of the two Compton really was.
    This much she did know—Compton was a
man of extremes. Nothing about him was ordinary. Were it not for the
possibility that he was a murderer, she would have appreciated the eccentricity
of it. Artists were the same way, always pushing toward the edge. Maybe that
was why a Domme who was an artist had interested him.
Maybe he respected that someone had the power to take him to the farthest
boundaries and the courage to do it. He wanted someone to take him to the edge,
someone to look over the precipice with him, a woman who could make the
experience feel like an art.
    And on that Saturday, the private car
came again.

 
    8.
    The private car arrived again as
Simeon said it would, this time a white Bentley Mulliner .
The driver, more careful this time, had not allowed his gaze to linger, barely
looking at X at all. Still, she pulled her mink close to her, trying to conceal
what was underneath: chaps, thong and bra made out of black pvc ,
a glassy material which clung to X’s every curve.
    Steinberg again led her to the dungeon
and unlocked the heavy door. She entered. How was it that the room was already
spotless and in order? Hired help, of course, employees who
had also signed confidentiality agreements, assuring that Compton ’s perversions never became
public.
    When she entered, X did not
immediately see Compton. He was in the back again sitting on his simple wooden
chair. As she made her way back, she saw him there, waiting. The man was still,
perfectly calm. No twiddling of thumbs, no thumping of the feet. The

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