Restart time

I sat back at her desk and started time. Jennifer commenced to shake her toilet brush at Rachel but quickly discovered the soap in her mouth so her berating of the blissfully entranced Rachel came out "Mfglthp!"

She looked in horror at the toilet brush, threw it away and gagged as she dislodged the bar of soap from her mouth.

"I see Rachel's report about you taking company supplies for your personal use is not without merit," I said wryly from behind Ms. Walsh's desk.

Jennifer turned violently towards me, her eyes bloodshot and enraged.

"You're back!" she exclaimed. "Where did you go? How are you doing this!?! Damn you, you have no right!"

"I have every right, Jennifer!" I countered. "I'm your boss! It's MY company! You're just the janitor! That's MY soap your eating, MY brush you're throwing around, MY uniform you're wearing! I own it all! You don't own ANYTHING! Not even your own ass! So tell me, what other company property will I find if I have you searched?"

Ms. Walsh's jaw dropped in disbelief at what was happening to her. But then I saw it slowly dawn on her face that there was something up her ass.

"Nothing!" she denied. "I'm not hiding anything!"

I tugged at my chin and looked at her suspiciously. It was so funny that she seemed to be accepting my authority over her even without my having used the watch's mind control chime on her.

"We'll come back to that later," I said. "The other concern that Rachel brought to my attention is that you've been drinking on the job."

Ms. Walsh shot a venomous look at Rachel and then looked back to me.

"That's absurd!" she denied. "I didn't! And...and I...I work from home! Damn it, it's my company!"

"It's these delusions of yours that concern me the most, Jennifer," I confided. "I think it might be a side effect of the drinking. Are you drunk right now?"

"Of course not!" she denied.

I stopped time. Wandering about Ms. Walsh's house, I found a couple bottles of cognac. I brought them back to her office, set them on her desk and started time standing right next to her, hitting the chime button immediately. Her face looked lovely as it morphed from outrage to glazed submission.

"Can you hear me Jennifer?" I asked as I opened the first bottle.

"Yes..." she breathed dreamily.

"Be a good girl and drink as much of this as you can as quickly as you can," I said, handing her the bottle.

"Okay," she agreed and started gulping down the liquor.

I went over to Rachel and whispered in her ear.

"You're being a very good girl, Rachel," I told her. "You don't really want Jennifer the Janitor to get fired. You just want to **** her into being a sex ****. You've got some serious bisexual urges, plus you like to bring little treats like her to me, your boss and master. I'm very proud of you."

Rachel giggled and beamed with pride.

Jennifer was **** on the cognac. I told her it was all right to stop. Her glazed eyes were now double glazed.

"When you wake up, Jennifer, you will forget that I just had you drink all this or that you were ever in a trance. Whenever you hear me say 'Jenny from the block likes to rock that cock' you will go back into a trance and believe and obey everything I say. Understand?"

"I unner sand," she slurred.

I unzipped her cover alls and hid both the half-empty bottle of cognac and the unopened bottle along her inner thighs.

"Squeeze your legs together to hold on to the bottles, Jennifer," I told her. "When you wake up, you won't remember where you got them but you'll suspect you stole them from somewhere and you don't want me to find out."

She nodded her understanding. I zipped her up, but I left the zipper at just above nipple hieght this time.

"Wake up, Jennifer," I prompted when I sat back down.

Ms. Walsh blinked, then she blinked harder, trying to figure out why she was having so much trouble focusing or standing up.

"You really expect me to believe you haven't been drinking?" I demanded.

She looked at me in drunken horror.

"I..." she began