Harry's specialty in Afghanistan had been creating informants amongst the locals. He'd found the quickest and most effective method was to create real terror in the subject through physical and mental threats, then reward them with kindness as they agreed to more and more intelligence gathering activity. He'd taken a primal, almost sexual, pleasure, asserting himself over others. He'd also been ashamed of it, as ashamed as a closeted gay man succumbing to a homosexual encounter, and when he left military service he put it behind him.
Over the years he'd still occasionally fantasized about subduing someone, especially a woman. That hadn't been allowed when he was serving. As the US became more liberal, and sexuality, kinks and fetishes became normal topics for coverage in the media and on the internet, he'd realized his predilection was not uncommon, and gradually lost the shame. Unfortunately, by the time was at peace with his perversion, he was happily married, and thought he would never be able to act on his desires. Until Sally gave him an opening.
"Stand up" he barked at Sally, pulling her off the bed and onto her feet. "We're going down to the storm shelter so nobody will hear your screams."
Harry got behind her, grabbed the belt around her waist, and pushed her towards the stairs. The short hobble between her ankles made her take short steps, but Harry moved her fast, never allowing her to find her balance. Harry kept her upright with his grasp on the belt, but the descent down the stairs felt fast, uncontrolled and scary to Sally. Eventually, after 2 long flights, they were in the shelter.
When they were searching for a house, Harry had insisted it must have an underground level in case they couldn't evacuate when a hurricane arrived. They'd found one with a relatively high 2m / 6'8" ceiling so he could stand comfortably with 15 to 18 cm to spare, depending on whether he was wearing shoes or not. For Sally and Jenny it was veritably cavernous, since they both stood around 160 cm / 5' 3".
The room was also a decent area of 50 sqm / 500 sq ft. They had furnished it with some rudimentary pieces; a table, 4 chairs and 2 cots. There was a small kitchenette with a sink, a single electric hotplate and a microwave, and a full size refrigerator with a separate freezer. There was no running water, only large jugs and bottles in the fridge. There was an RV style dry toilet behind a curtain, which was all that should be needed for the duration of a storm. The floor was uncarpeted, but there were a lot of woven rugs.
Harry pulled a chair from the table and forced Sally to sit in it. He quickly tied her ankles to the front legs, then unhooked her wrists from the belt and tied them to the back legs. Sally sat there, her legs spread and her back straight.
"This reminds me of Afghanistan; a windowless room, some harsh light and just me and the subject, helpless. There's only one thing wrong; it's too cold." Harry had prepared by bringing two electric space heaters down to the shelter and he now turned them on, pointing straight at Sally. Within a few minutes she started to sweat. Harry removed the ball gag from her mouth.
"Harry, please don't hurt me. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" Sally sobbed.
"You will call me Sir whenever we're alone together. Do you understand?"
"Harry, don't.. " He slapped her. You will call me Sir! Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir".
"Good. Now you look a bit warm. Let's loosen that clothing". Harry unhooked Sally's bra and pushed it down to her waist. Then he pulled her panties down, but they wouldn't go past her knees. He untied and retied each ankle in turn so he could take the panties completely off. "That's better. I need unfettered access to your pussy for your punishment".
"Punishment? What are you going to do to me?"
Harry slapped her left breast hard. Sally flinched. "You will not speak unless asked a question or commanded to do so. And then you will keep your head down, and you will start every sentence with 'Sir''. Do you understand?".
"Yes".
Harry slapped her right breast.
"Sir, yes sir, I understand sir!".
"Very good!" Harry bent over her and rubbed her clit and licked her neck. "You get a little reward for learning that lesson." Harry stood up and went to the fridge to get a bottle of water. He opened it and took a long drink. Oh, I'm sorry, you look hot. Would you like some water?"
"Yes please" Sally croaked, then her eyes immediately went wide as she realized her mistake "I mean Sir, yes pleas-" she shouted, but it was too late; Harry emptied the bottle on her chest, making sure the freezing water covered every square inch. Sally yelped and her nipples immediately hardened. Harry went back to the fridge, got another bottle of water, and asked again "Would you like some water?"
Sally put her chin down and said meekly "Sir, yes Sir, I would like some water please Sir".
