He yelled, "I can't wear this sissy thing!"At that point she reached the end of her rope, bent him over, and slappedhim right across the butt. She jus... kept spanking and spanking until shehad nothing left and he had no resistance.She ordered, "Now you will go upstairs and ask Catherine to help get youcleaned up and ready while I find something for you to wear. Have themmake you look presentable for once."With no fight left and a little fear he marched upstairs and knocked onthe girl's bedroom. While not quite a teenager yet, I dressed as one, short skirts, loose button down blouses. The mall shaped like a starfish, with stores radiating out from a center courtyard. In the center of the courtyard was an open area where the food court, which was one level below, was visible, surrounded by benches. Two sets of stairs on either side of the courtyard led down.I sat on one bench near the stairwells leading down. Depending on which side of the bench you chose, you faced outward toward. She gave me massages. And I used a few hours to catch up on some sleep. Then the 24 hours ended and I was taken to Mistress again. She told me that she is glad that I took advantage of the time to enjoy myself. It would be my last. I was getting scared again. But I knew I had long passed the point of no return. Then she began to explain my assignment.I would be given a place of high honor. I would be serving her most exclusive guests, but in a most unusual way. Mistress explained that. Now, say what you want about the Alamo City, but I love good ‘ol San Antone is one of my favorite places. It’s mixture of Latino culture and military bases has made San Antonio a nice melting pot for Texas. In the past 15 years the city has ballooned and is bursting on all sides. The gay life here is hit and miss as far as I’m concerned; probably due to the born again ravings of a local wanna be Tele-Evangelical jerk. That being said, I still love to come here and whenever a convention.