Your client's daughter arrives as planned

Time passed quickly as Travis runs through his emails and views his future endeavors, he noticed that he's got a meeting with the local slut school in the area. He then hears a ring at the door, not trusting Susi he decided to answer it himself. Dusting himself off and strutting out of his office with swagger, he gives Susi's dizzy giggly ass a wink and opens the door.

"You must be Alexis! You're dad told me all about you" he says calmly, scanning the short blonde girl. She definitely had a cute face, but her body was covered in ugly baggy clothes.

Alexis catches the tall handsome mans gaze and blushes and averting her eyes "L… let's just get this over with." She muttered and awkwardly stumbled her way into the establishment and walking straight into Travis's Office.

Travis followed quickly, not losing composure as he follows and sits at his cozy office chair while Alexis plopped on the chair across the table. He finds Alexis taking a few candy's from the bowl on his desk and eating them. Travis tries to be supportive while she does "Eat as many as you like, their here to help you calm down." He said while flashing a warm smile.

Alexis meekly nods and again awkwardly takes a handful and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing them all while she stared at the floor, obviously too nervous to understand the social cues.

Travis grins softly knowing that that candy on his desk we're full of molly and cocaine, hoping this would make her a hell of a lot more open and suggestible for the psycho treatment he had in store. The candy was kind of like a step 1 into his plan for corrupting this bitch.

It would take time for the candies to do their job so Travis spends it stalling, asking basic behavioral type questions. If he got an answer that he liked then he’d tap the desk with his pen in synch with the pendulum on the all behind him and offer a piece of candy, if he didn’t he’d shake his head and click his tongue, disappointingly.

Pavlov’s bitch he called it, and this is part 2, trying to get her to associate certain aspects of her personality as good and some as bad. In this case, any submissive tendencies we’re praised, any rebellious we’re met with a head shake.

After the hour is done he noticed Alexis’s eyes growing more dazed and her breath becoming heavier. He stops writing notes and steps over to the half passed out kitten in the chair, he pinches her chin before leaning her head back pulling her gaze towards his, figuring she was open enough to ask a personal question.

“Hey Kitten, what made your Daddy book an appointment with me?.” he says in a concern tone, obviously not concerned for her well being.

“A… ahh.. I… wanted to be… a femimi.. feminist M… mister” Alexis manages to mumble out, drooling a bit onto Travis’s thumb, which was pressed against her lower lips. “I wanted to fi… fight the patr… pariachy… but Daddy… was disappointed… he said I wasn’t raised…. That way…” she continued to mumble.

Travis replies “Mhmm… well of course you don’t want to disappoint Daddy right? That’d be terrible for him.”

Alexis whimpers a bit and shakes her head “N… no never… I don’t want to hurt… Daddy, but I’m not.. happy” she squeaks out, still dribbling on your thumb.

Travis grins to himself and thinks shes finally ready for part 3, sending her into a trance like state and finally molding her mind. He squatted beside her to try and appear supportive.

“Well there’s a way we can make you happy and keep you from disappointing your Pops… let’s start with this, find a point and stare at it, follow it’s motions and slowly just let yourself... go.” The words slither off his tongue into her ear and ultimately coil the sluts impressionable brain. He then points to the pendulum on his wall, moving back and forth matching the ticks of the clock in the background. “Focus real hard on it kitten… back and forth, back and forth… back and… forth.” repeatedly whispering into her ear.

Alexis mumbles a bit as her eyes dart back and forth, her eyes growing wider and wider slowly becoming entranced, then closing it all with a snap in front of her completely ensnaring her into the trance.

Travis then leans in closer and starts to whisper “Listen to Daddy’s voice baby… you’re gonna listen to every word I say, understood?” Attempting to play the role of her father to imprint his influence on her.

Alexis squirms a bit, but nods feverishly, helplessly lured into Travis’s web.

“That’s it kitten you’re gonna crave my approval… crave any mans approval… am I clear?” Travis’s voice growing more clear but colder.

She nods quickly panting like an idiot “Y… yessum”, looking like a bitch in heat, eyes still locked on to the pendulum.

“You’re gonna become a brainless, bimbo fuckdoll for the rest of your life… understood cunt?” He growls not being to help himself, he starts kissing her neck a tad aggressively.

Alexis cooes and squeaks as she feels the mans rough beard and wet tongue as he kisses her sensitive neck, feeling her brain melt with each and every word that comes out of this strangers mouth. She squirms and nods feverishly one last time.

He breaks the hungry kissing, a saliva string connects his lips and her lower jaw for just a moment. “When I snap these fingers, you’re gonna turn the perfect little slut that Daddy’s always wanted… forget anything and everything about female empowerment.” he growls before pulling his hand in front of her face once more and snaps his fingers.