Sister Wife

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

A non-initiate would have to have lived in some other pressure-cooker emotional world to understand how much of an echo chamber a Cult could become when a finite number of people had to pair up with each other. When options for a mate are limited, the competition grows fiercer, and the value of intelligence gathering begins to grow. So an old hand like Pris who had been waiting to be assigned a husband for years knew a great deal from her personal grapevine about her newly-announced fiancée. Nonetheless Jason was perhaps the most enigmatic member of the congregation. He had been the only son of a powerful Elder who often spoke quite grumpily about the burdens of so many daughters to dowry and find matches for.

Young Jase had run into his share of the trouble active boys could get into in their highly structured society and found himself exiled from the Compound for a time shortly after he turned 18. The sociologists termed them as ‘lost boys’ when studying the ‘surplus’ young men effectively driven out of polygamous groups because available young women were married off as sister wives to older men. Most of them struggled to survive in the margins of society in the West’s larger cities like Salt Lake City.

But our Jason was anything but lost. During the ensuing six year hiatus from the Compound he worked several odd jobs at once to support himself while earning a BS and an MBA at Utah State. Granted, by his junior year his education and livelihood was entirely funded by his substantial winnings at Texas Hold ‘Em (which also left him with a substantial nest egg for his investment career). It seemed his rare combination of a cool analytical mind with an uncanny ability to read other people made him almost unbeatable at a game relying substantially on both capacities. After finishing school and largely hanging up his poker career, he delighted his aging Father by returning to the fold (and the family businesses) at age 24 with a big shiny new toolset of well-developed business and financial skills. In the following decade the Father-son duo turned several sputtering online crafts stores into a burgeoning commercial empire with a worldwide sales reach. As well, they developed several highly profitable casinos in neighboring states. The Prophet himself gladly invested his own as well as Compound funds in the Thompson conglomerate, and gleefully counted profits far exceeding his best results with previous investment advisors.

During this productive period Jase lived in his Father’s family Compound and maintained his laser focus on business success. His work required him to travel extensively, leaving his Father to stay in his own comfort zone of managing workers from their sect in fulfilling the endless stream of orders (increasingly IT related) his expert salesman of a son generated. Many of these trips were to their growing group of ‘Indian’ casinos, businesses that the old man was uncomfortable involving himself with, though he was happy to harvest the profits by fleecing the foolish Gentiles. As a result, Jason was a total free agent when not in his Father’s strict house, just as he had been from when he left home until his prodigal return. After the Branch Davidian fiasco in Waco and the Federal vendetta against some of the polygamous sects, the Old Man ran a very tight ship on their land along the Utah-New Mexico border. Although he owed fealty to the Prophet and paid the largest tithes by far to the Compound’s coffers, Jason’s Father had always lived independently on his own family land. Their well-watered box canyon was a small hidden paradise in a very forbidding part of the desert. The only way in was heavily gated, and over a thousand acres of fields and orchards produced everything he and his four wives needed. As long as their miraculous spring fed by aquifers in faraway snowy mountains continued to produce a thousand gallons a minute of clear cool water as it had for the century the family had owned it, they needed nothing from anyone and liked it just fine that way.

Jason played the part of a dutiful son in the Cult in every way save one. He attended services when not traveling on business, was quietly deferential to his Father, the Elders, and the Prophet, and plowed his profits (after generous tithing) back into the family businesses without diverting a dime to personal use. His personal success as a young man in the poker world meant that he had a certain reputation even though he no longer played in public casinos. As a result, when on business trips he could put out the word and be informed of high stakes private games in whatever Southwest city he was visiting. This generated private income that he kept secret and invested more aggressively, what he thought of as his WTF portfolio. After ten years it had grown to surpass his family accounts (which were well into the eight figure range), giving him a total financial freedom he secretly savored a great deal.

The one way in which Jase was not a dutiful son and Cult member was in not producing copious offspring to ensure he would have the large family in the hereafter. This was a main driver for the sect’s fierce embrace of polygamy and of each wife bearing as many children as possible. His Father periodically asked about this (secretly fearing his handsome eligible son might be a closet gay), and was assured that once Jason turned thirty five, he would take a first wife and begin his family. The Prophet was informed of this, and given how much younger male Cult members harried him for matches, accepted with relief that his financial golden boy was on the right track and needed no further pastoral guidance. In fact, the avaricious old man took our hero aside and promised him any bride he chose from among the available candidates when the time came. Given that Cult families frequently had dozens of children, as desirable a catch as Jason would have many lovely and ‘sweet’ (a code word in the Cult for cheerfully submissive in all matters) young women to choose from.

In the meantime, what no one in the Cult knew was that part of why he arranged to be away on business more than half the time was that the darkly handsome business genius had developed a very active but highly discreet s*x life. It had all started not that long after he had been expelled from the Cult. He had wangled his way into Utah State in Logan an hour’s bus ride from Salt Lake City. There he had used his earnest charm to talk his way into renting a room in a large ramshackle house near campus. His landlady was a rather attractive divorced woman in her 30’s who was barely able by renting four rooms to students to hold onto the rambling house she won from her ex in their marital settlement. Elaine was not averse to getting her s****l needs met from her boarders if they were handsome and personable enough, two measures in which young Jason was off the charts.

As was the case for most exiled young men from polygamous Compounds, our hero was over-the-top horny in addition to being psychologically very complicated.

First there was a whole childhood of living in the country surrounded by the usual farm-kid’s earthy environment replete with matter-of-fact reference to animal sexuality. This combined in odd and unpredictable ways with the hyper-moralistic environment of the Cult enforced by frequent fatherly applications of belts to naked boyish buttocks. In Jason’s case, his nightly m**********n, about which he felt considerable guilt, seemed to require fantasizing about spankings almost inevitably if he wanted to climax.

But for reasons he did not understand, his erotic charge in corporal punishment came solely and exclusively in imagining that he was inflicting that treatment on the tidy buttocks of a fully grown woman. Further, he was living on his own and not answering to anyone about what he got up to in the privacy of his room at night. Thus his guilt eased enough that he allowed his fantasies to elaborate enough to find out something important. It seemed that he could only get aroused enough to actually spend himself if the woman receiving the treatment he hated above all things to experience himself both wanted him to spank her and agreed in advance that she deserved it. This was quite a problem, since Jason could not imagine that such a female existed. But the immediate result was that although he could sense his landlady’s interest and availability, his relative certainty that her curvaceous bottom was not available in that way made him unwilling to respond to her obvious flirtations.

One of the earliest purchases our hero made once his multiple odd jobs began paying off was a used IBM clone desktop computer. His Father had always taught him that he should not use a technology he couldn’t tear down and rebuild if it went on the fritz. At home this applied mainly to farm equipment and automobiles or trucks, but now the ambitious young man realized that the same logic ought to apply to the magical black box of his generation. So he added IT courses to his already heavy academic load, grateful that he had never needed nearly as much sleep as most people. Within a year, his instructors discussed his meteoric mastery of their material and asked him to take a paid position as the computer lab teaching assistant. This was so interesting to him and he was so good at it that soon he was able to give up his other odd jobs and support himself by TAing and by contracting out his IT services to other students for considerably more money than he had ever imagined making.

As Jason got more skilled in the computer world, it would have been unnatural for him not to have roamed around on the internet regarding his secret s****l autoerotic life. To his surprise, once he figured out how to wade through and screen out all of the ads for porn and prostitutes, there were actually a surprising number of women who claimed to meet his criteria regarding a genuine interest in being erotically spanked. He wondered about this, as his own experiences with having an erogenous zone bared and punished made that sort of treatment the very last thing he would have chosen to experience the instant he had real alternatives. Discreet outreach to women who claimed to want or even need this sort of s****l activity resulted in some very interesting online dialogues in which our hero got quite an education about the psychology of female submissiveness. It seemed that such women were inordinately pleased that a male with dominant inclinations regarding spanking would actually be genuinely curious about how it was for them to be erotically punished, and how they came to be that way.

The bottom line, so to say, in these discussions was that almost all the femsubs (as he learned was the b**m lingo for them) he polled had considerable guilt from earliest memory about their s****l needs and desires. So if a man could combine genuine enjoyment of spanking them with equally sincere intention to please them erotically, this was the ultimate jackpot for such females. Many of them were more than happy to educate a budding young dom about what made them tick and what did and didn’t work for them, which actually varied quite widely. Many, though far from all, of them longed for a man who was finely attuned to their experience so that he could deftly navigate the delicate and constantly shifting boundary between ‘too much’ and ‘not enough’, as well as between erotic pain and pleasure. Some of his correspondents were much more hard core, and just wanted to be hurt (some of them even to the point of injury) with no desire to be gotten off until they could do that job themselves after their punisher had left. Jason learned that he had absolutely no draw to such women, who seemed qualitatively more troubled than women who wanted to be spanked and then pleasured.

It was this last group that our hero was drawn to cultivate. Especially when they saw his picture and realized he was an absolutely gorgeous young muscular hunk, some of them began angling for a meeting. The exchange of actual contact information was extremely delicate in such negotiations. Jason’s natural paranoia from having grown up in a Cult served him well in being in no rush to push any of his correspondents into an actual physical meeting. It was well into his 20th year of age before a quite lovely woman in her early forties who lived near Ogden, less than an hour from him, offered to meet him.