Caught our father, the Kansas industrialist Pipkin Wegg dressing up as ?Pippi? and going out on the town in the streets of Wichita, and trying to get ...runk men to use and abuse him in his role as a blowzy blonde transvestite.Should I have been surprised? With a wife like my mother, of course Dad was a bit kinky. Mother was one vicious martinet, let me tell you!It’s true. I was raised by a dominant mother?and that’s probably part of why I became a submissive. When I’ve read the other letters of. Would she, wouldn't she, would I meet her expectations if she did and so forth. She was quiet on Saturday, sending or answering only a couple of emails early in the day. Then, in the evening, she mailed me and asked for my phone number. I knew this was a good sign, and that we would actually meet the following day: she was just making a final check on me, making sure she was happy with her choice. On Sunday, I received a terse message to be at a railway station at 2pm to pick her up and then to. The fact is she's also a bright woman who works as a grade 3 teacher in a local public school. For me, Melanie is the perfect package.Three months ago, on a warm, typical, mid-July Friday, we were having dinner in our apartment. Mel's younger sister, Beth, was with us. When we all sat down to eat, Beth said she had some news. 'Guess who's back in town'' she asked. Mel and I looked at each other. I couldn't even think of someone who had left town! Beth looked straight at her sister ' she wanted. "Get in here bitch, and say hello to my friend Jim."Trying to cover myself with my hands, I walked into the living room, and said hello to Walter's friend."Stop trying to cover yourself and go sit on Jim's lap cunt!"I did as I was told and almost immediately Jim's hands were all over my tits, pinching my nipples, and telling Walter what a filthy whore I was. They continued to talk about me as if I wasn't there, calling me names and telling each other the dirty filthy things they were going to.