Princess Alison was visibly on edge as her limo approached the hotel. She knew the driver knew who she was... she had become quite famous in the US. Americans loved the idea of a beautiful young princess. Yet she knew what she was about to do was far from the fairy tale they all envisioned.
"Madame, pardon me for asking, but shouldn't you have some security staff with you?", the driver asked.
Princess Alison had hired his car service herself, without the knowledge of the Embassy. In fact, the Embassy didn't even know that she had left. The young royalty had become quite adept at sneaking out alone.
"I'm quite fine. Thank you so much for your concern though... and your discretion", she said. A handsome tip would hopefully encourage him to keep quiet.

The Princess put on her sunglasses and entered the lobby.
It was a very upscale hotel, so the patrons were not inclined to come ask for autographs, or to bother her.
She was glad he had such good taste in meeting places. As she made her way through the lobby and approached the elevator, her heart fluttered with anticipation. She had been waiting for this for so long now. How long had it been? One - Two months?

She had gotten the information that he had instructed her to. Deep down she knew that she was selling out her father, selling out her country. She knew that he had nefarious plans, and that this was even potentially going to cause the downfall of her father's kingdom. She knew all this... yet she was going to him anyway. Her addiction to him, and to his power, was too strong.
She entered his room and found him sitting in the far end, watching her. She began to undress, carrying out a command from her previous sessions with him. She took off her tiara, necklace and evening gloves, then he stopped her. He told her to pose for him. He said he wanted to see her in her royal elegance. She sat on the arm chair of the love seat and struck a royal pose. It was as if she was posing for a royal painting.
Yet she was not posing for a painting. She was posing for her Master. He was looking her up and down, smiling. He liked seeing her in her Royal gown. It reminded him just how precious and exclusive his new asset was.
She knew it wouldn't be long now. She saw him reach inside his jacket pocket and begin to pull it out.
She gasped as she saw the long gold chain uncoil from his vest pocket. By the time she saw the shine of the gold watch itself, she was quivering.
He told her to lay down on the love seat. She slid down into its satin cushions, never taking her eyes off the watch.
He knelt down in front of her. He could smell her sweet perfume. She was so delicate, so ladylike.... at least in this state. Soon she would be a passionate minx.
She smiled softly as the watch started to sway. This is why she did it. This was the reward for her betrayal. And what a sweet reward it was. His words were like a velvet fog entering her mind. She fell so quickly, so deep into his all encompassing hypnotic power. Princess Alison of Bartonia was his once again.

They made love many times that evening. In between, she would tell him all of the Bartonian Royal family secrets. She told him the gossip of her relative's secret affairs. She told him of her father's secret off shore accounts. He had given her the ability to memorize all of the account numbers, which she recited to him as she lye in his bed naked, covered in only a sheet. He then told her it was time for the second part of his plan. She listened closely to her Master as he said, "Alison I want you to be sunny today, with high's in the upper 50's. And now let's go to our eye in the sky. How are we looking for traffic Vic?"
That's when Alison awoke to her clock radio, soaking wet from another hypnotic, erotic dream. The kind of dream that had taken over her life.

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