new uses of the power

I ran after Ms Sorenson. "Freeze!" I said.

She froze. I walked up to her. I hated this bitch. "Bend over and grab your ankles!"

She did as she was told. "Wha..what are you going to...do to me?"

"Just beg me to spank you and tell me what a total slutty bitch you are!"

"Please spank me! I'm a total slutty bitch!"

"OK, if you insist!" I reared back and slapped her ass as hard as I could.

Cynthia came out . "What the hell?"

"Go to your room and finger fuck your self with one hand and finger your rectum with the other. Try to orgasm as many times as possible and don't stop until I tell you to, bitch!"

Bridgette's eyes went wide, she turned roboticly and walked back into her room.

I spanked Ms. Sorenson until her ass was bright red.

"Now, bitch. Go pick out your best pant suit. Cut the slacks off at the knees, make knee pants out of them, then cut off the sleeves of the blazer. Do NOT put on a bra or panties. Do not wash the cum off your tits. Put on the pant suit, no blouse, just the cut up pants and blazer, then make yourself up like a truck stop whore. Tease your hair up as big as you can. Put on a pair of white socks and a pair of high heels. Do all of this as fast as you can. Then come down to the kitchen, bitch. Don't say a word.

Ms. Sorenson straighted up. She rubbed her ass as she headed for her room.

I went down to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. Twenty minutes later, Ms. Sorenson came in. She looked utterly ridiculous. She hair was teased up and huge, she had three times the makeup she normally wore. Her expensive blue linen pant suit had been ruined. It was ragged at the knees as cuff offs, and the blazer was now a vest. She had buttoend the blazer to cover her tits which were covered in dried cum. She wore white athletic socks under a pair of black high heels. I laughed out loud at how utterly ridiculous she looked. "You'll certainly be the topic of conversation at work today!" I said.

"You...you can't make me go to work like this!" she said.

I tested my powers. I had her think this was all normal.

Ms. Sorenson's expression changed from fear to confusion to a blank look of boredom. "Oh, you made coffee," she said. "I hope you made it right," as she went to the cabinet to get a mug.

I smiled to myself. I could have her humiliate herself and not think anything was amiss. I then heard something from upstairs, "Please...oh god! Please...no more!"
It was Cynthia. I looked at the clock on the oven. "Eh, another half hour of masturbating and orgasms should do it," I thought.

"Oh, Ms. Sorenson, I have some great ideas on how to be a better employee," I said.

"Oh, do tell," she said stirring her coffee.