Hallie, Hither & Gone - Part 4

By Nigel McParr
von_souppe @ hotmail . com
Copyright 2010 by Nigel McParr, all rights reserved.

By the time Miss Evans parked her car on the circular drive in front of the main entrance, her mood had dramatically changed. She’d smoothed her skirt, put on fresh lipstick, and fixed her hair. She was her old self again, completely in control. She didn’t say another word about nursing or Hallie’s breasts, which felt much better now.  

As she shifted the car into Park, she glanced at Hallie. “I don’t know what Eulah…that is, Mrs. Kirsch, has in mind for you here. However, I will tell you this: so far, you have displayed the right attitude. Your new boobs are spectacular. Your milk supply is incredible. I sample the breast milk from every one of my lactating recruits. The other girls don’t compare. You win the dairy blue ribbon. Your milk is the sweetest and creamiest, absolutely yummy. Now that I think of it, I can imagine what Mrs. Kirsch might do with you.”

The compliment shored up Hallie’s spirits and her self-esteem, causing her to blush proudly. “Thank you, Miss Evans. I…I wasn’t sure. I mean I had no idea. Nursing is brand new and so far, it’s been wonderful. I can only hope it will continue here.”

“I’m sure it will. By the way, Mrs. Kirsch will want to examine you thoroughly. She’ll poke, prod, and handle your breasts and she’ll taste your milk. While she’s examining you, no matter where she puts her hands, do not move a muscle. Moreover, you must never ever address her as Eulah…always Mrs. Kirsch. If you value the skin on your backside, you will treat her with the greatest respect. I think of her as the mother I wish I’d had when I was a child. She is a loving caring and very smart woman with high expectations and a strict demeanor. Think of her that way and you’ll be fine.”

“Yes, Ma’am, Hallie murmured, trying to inject as much submission into her voice as she could muster. She was still light-headed - not yet recovered from the unworldly experience out on the drive. She still wondered what was in store for her, but she didn’t dare ask. She would simply have to wait and see.

She looked into Miss Evans’ dark eyes. “That young man…in the black jeans-”

“Hah! I knew his male member would catch your eye. Have you ever seen a young man with a cock that big?”

 “No, Ma’am,” Hallie whispered. “Not ever.” She blinked her eyes and could see that giant redheaded sausage just before he slid it into that girl. She smiled shyly at her mistress. “I’ve never seen a boy that big, but then, honestly, I’ve never see any boy’s…cock. I never got that far with any boy I dated.”

“I know that, Hallie. It’s written all over you. That young man belongs to Mrs. Kirsch. He is her son and only child. His name is Greg and that is how you will address him. His mother keeps her boy on a short leash. She alone wears the pants and is sole mistress of Hither & Gone. Our grandmothers would say Mrs. Kirsch keeps her son firmly tied to her apron strings. It’s an old-fashioned expression I find endearing and sweet. I don’t think I’d ever want a young man underfoot, but someday I will have a girl or two of my own. Perhaps I’ll move out here. It’s what Mrs. Kirsch wants, but I’m not about to give up my big bucks job for this.”

“Miss Evans, may I say something?”

“Of course.”

“I…I can’t imagine myself bossing anyone.”

 “And I cannot imagine anyone bossing me. We’re like black and white, Hallie. Yin and Yang. I am dominant. You are submissive. It’s what makes our world go ‘round. Occasionally we change into the other role. Who knows? It might happen to you.” Hallie smiled demurely at that. “I can tell you this: the time will come when you’ll never want to leave here.”

Hallie looked into Miss Evans’ eyes. Was she really coming home? Was her mistress speaking a truth she herself could not yet face?

“Before we go inside, one final caution about Greg. Keep an eye on him. He’s a little boy in a young man’s body. He’s all bluster and big cock, but when he’s alone with you, he could hurt you. He’s not at all bright. His mother knows that. She gives him simple disciplinary tasks and he loves carrying out her orders. Mrs. Kirsch enjoys doing the discipline herself, but she’s become too busy running the estate. She has turned over some of the discipline to her son. If he does as he’s told, she’ll reward him with one of her girls. He loves to butt-fuck and he can be very pig-headed. In spite of his mother’s orders, he’ll try to get that torpedo cock up your ass. If he does catch you alone, don’t fight him. The boy doesn’t know his own strength. He’s far too strong and might accidentally hurt you. Submit to him. When he’s through with you, go straight to his mother and tell her what happened. She’ll deal with him. She knows how to make him regret his actions.”

Hallie gulped and murmured, “But would there be repercussions?”

Miss Evans laughed. “Interesting question. You’re definitely brighter than the other girls. Like I said, Greg’s not very bright. He forgets. The fact is, Hallie, you are in the right place now. You have escaped your humdrum job. You are free now. Free to fly in a way you never dreamed. Your surrender, your submission to Mrs. Kirsch will give you the freedom you’ve always wanted.”

The double entrance doors swung open then. Hallie watched the maid in her denim skirt and vest hurry down the entrance steps. She had deep and full breasts that lifted and bounced as she descended the steps. She smiled brightly at Miss Evans. Hallie thought her fawning expression more than just friendly. It was clearly a measure of where Miss Evans ranked in the Hither & Gone hierarchy. As Emily had done at the gate, this girl was flirting with Miss Evans. Her jealousy returned with a vengeance. The maid positioned herself at the driver’s side window so that her breasts filled the opening and her proud nipples hung scant inches from Miss Evans’ face. Judging by the state of the girl’s nipples, which were crimson and perfectly plumped out, Hallie knew the girl had pinched and teased them erect when she saw them pull into the circular drive.

 She spoke in a thick Scottish brogue. “Miss Evans, what a lovely treat to see you again. We’ve been anxiously waiting your arrival. Mistress Kirsch is in her study. I’m to take you there along with the new girl. You can leave your car here. We’re not expecting any more guests this evening. Please, follow me.”

“Thank you, Daisy. I still recall my last visit and taking you upstairs for your naughtiness. I hope you’ve been a good girl while I was away.”

Daisy turned bright red. “Well, of course I haven’t been perfect, Miss Evans. That would be impossible. But honestly I do my best to behave.” The nervous excitement in her eyes was not lost on Hallie. Her look telegraphed her real intent; she wanted Miss Evans to take her upstairs.

Miss Evans stepped out of the car and hugged Daisy. She said, “Mmm, I see you’ve gained weight. Your breasts are larger.”

“I hope you like them. Mistress has put me on Cook’s special diet. She says if I’m going to continue to welcome guests, I must have bigger boobs.”

“I agree with your Mistress. You’ve grown some in the bust, but you need to be bigger. Other than Emily at the gate, you are the first girl our guests see when they come to Hither & Gone. The good news is as big as you are, Mistress won’t have to weight them. They’re already nearly at your waist.”

Daisy looked down at herself and nodded. Speaking proudly, she said, “Mistress Kirsch intends to keep me on Cook’s diet until they fall below my waist.’

“What a wonderful goal. You will look ever so much better. After I get my new girl settled with your Mistress, I shall see to your bottom. I feel the need to reacquaint it with my hairbrush. After that, we shall see what happens. Now, take us to the mistress of the manor. ”

Still blushing, Daisy nodded demurely to Miss Evans and dropped a curtsy. “Very good, Ma’am.”      

Hallie followed Miss Evans and the maid into a soaring two-story foyer. She caught her breath at the suspended crystal chandelier, the gilded and painted arched ceiling, and marble flooring. As her eyes traversed the vaulted ceiling, she saw the steel cable hanging from the second floor ceiling. It was to the right of the curving staircase that led up to the second floor.

About the height of the second floor, a bullet-shaped wicker cage hung suspended from the cable. As the cage slowly rotated, it caught the shimmering reflections from the crystal chandelier. There was just enough overhead light for Hallie to make out the naked young woman tightly encased in the wicker framing. Her arms were pinned to her sides. Her plump buttocks and over-sized breasts had squeezed through the wicker lattice, exposing freshly whipped ass-cheeks and stark red nipples. Even her breasts seemed to have been whipped. She was not wearing a gag, but still she didn’t speak. Her frozen expression made Hallie wonder what she was thinking. The bright welts on her boobs startled Hallie. She’d never imagined whipping a girl’s breasts. It was going to take time to fully appreciate the depth of Mrs. Kirsch’s discipline. 

Daisy glanced up at the cage and then at Hallie. In a soft voice, she said, “Pardon me for asking, Miss Evans, but dare I mention this is what happens when a maid sasses her mistress.”

“You should not only mention it, Daisy.” Miss Evans responded. “You should also point out there are also cages in the kitchen and the laundry. Even though you didn’t see it as we drove in, Hallie, there’s another cage hidden high in the oaks. It’s meant for the grounds girls. Learn from it. ”

Hallie sucked in her breath and silently nodded.

“Ma’am, if you’ll just follow me.”

Hallie did not look up as they walked beneath the suspended wicker cage. Daisy led them along a plastered candle-lit hallway. As Hallie’s eyes adjusted to the dim light, she saw the recessed niches built into the facing walls. In each niche, a young woman stood motionless on a pedestal. The girls wore denim skirts and were topless. Their arms were tied behind their backs. Polished brass weights on slender wire cables clipped to the girls’ distended nipples elongated their plump breasts and trained the nipples to point downward rather than away from their bodies. After her initial shock, Hallie realized these girls had high full bust lines. While her own breasts were already at her waist, these girls without the benefit of the attached weights could not match her low bust line. They looked like sixteen year olds. 

Miss Evans paused at one of the girls. She lifted one of the brass weights and watched the girl’s breast retract and reshape itself. “This one needs more weight and more training.”

            “Yes, Ma’am.”

Hallie looked anxiously at Miss Evans. She touched her arm. “M…Miss Evans-”

“Not to worry, Hallie. These girls haven’t been disobedient. Mrs. Kirsch is not punishing them. She has put them on a bust training regimen because she is not yet satisfied with their breast and nipple profiles. When Madame Lafarge works her breast magic, she knows the breasts will enlarge, but beyond that, it’s iffy. She cannot accurately predict the final shape and fullness. As it happens, you came through with the ideal profile. Occasionally, our girls come here with bust lines that are too high and full. They don’t settle as nicely as they should. In these cases, Mrs. Kirsch puts the girl on Cook’s bust enhancing diet and this weight training. While Cook’s diet increases bust size and fullness, the brass weights draw down the enlarged breasts and nipples until they match Mistress Kirsch’s bustling template. We often see this with our 18 year olds. Mrs. Kirsch is not interested in pointy teenie-bopper boobs. Only the girls with classic pear-shaped bust profiles remain in her collection.”

Hallie wanted to ask what happened to the girls that could not meet the pear-shaped profile. Miss Evans didn’t volunteer that information.

“How long does it usually take?”

“It depends on the girl. To enlarge and lower the boobs where they belong, it can take a week or a month or more of Cook’s diet and weights. Mrs. Kirsch controls the pace of enlargement, profile, and nipple reposition with variations in diet strength and weight. There is a wonderful byproduct of this training. The weights not only lower the bust line, they also lengthen and thicken the nipples. Mrs. Kirsch calls that serendipity. I’ve been encouraging her to patent the process. Lucky for you, you don’t need bust training. Your boobs fit the template perfectly. ”

Miss Evans’s words reassured Hallie and made her stand up proud and straight. She could see one of the girls was lactating. Milk wept from her drawn out nipples and dripped into a pan beneath her. Hallie’s heart went out the girl. She glanced at Miss Evans and took a step.

“Don’t even think of touching her, Hallie. These girls are not your responsibility. Take one more step and I’ll whip you within an inch of your life. Greg is back in the house by now. If I tell Mrs. Kirsch what you were about to do, she’d have your ass over a chair in a heartbeat and Greg would be breathing down your back. You’ve been warned.” 

“Yes, Miss Evans,” Hallie sighed and took a step back.

Mrs. Kirsch was going through the estate accounts at her Louis XIV desk when Daisy knocked on the study door. When her mistress uttered the summons, she opened the door, trapped her breasts between her arms, and clasped her hands out of sight at her waist. Standing ramrod straight in the open doorway, she waited for Mrs. Kirsch’s nod before she stepped into the study. She approached the desk, then announced in a business-like voice, “Pardon the interruption, Mistress. Miss Evans is here with the new girl.”

Hallie watched Mrs. Kirsch, Mistress of Hither & Gone, remove her rimless reading glasses, and slowly rise from her desk. As she came around the desk, Hallie thought the older woman was every bit as beautiful as Miss Evans, but in a different more regal grandmotherly sort of way, that was definitely not Miss Evans. Her skin was pale and transparent. Her cheeks bore a faint rosy hue. She had large emerald colored eyes, and a decidedly prim set to her mouth. She’d made no effort to disguise the streaks of silver and gray running through her dark hair, which was carelessly swept up into a layered pompadour.

She wore a floor-length tailored velvet skirt. The polished tips of her granny shoes peeped from beneath the hem of her skirt. Her blouse was ivory chiffon, high-necked with a soft puffy bow at her throat. She had generous hips, a corset-trained waist, and a bosom so large it completely filled the lower half of her blouse. If it hadn’t been for the strained blouse fabric, her breasts would have easily spilled below her waistline. Hallie could make out the outlines of her areolas and nipples through the sheer chiffon. As Miss Evans had instructed, Hallie remembered to curtsey to her new mistress. As she introduced herself, she tried to muster the vestige of a smile. Mrs. Kirsch barely seemed to notice Hallie. She made her wait awkwardly while she gave Miss Evans a long hug and a kiss.

“I’ve missed you, Quinn. It’s so good to have you back. I hope you’re staying the night.”

“Well, I did promise Daisy a spanking. I certainly can’t go back on my word. After that…well, I might as well stay the night. I do love sleeping here. It’s always so quiet.” Miss Evans gestured to Hallie. I’ve brought you another gift from dear Madame Lafarge. She sends her love and regards. I hope this one meets with your approval.”

Mrs. Quinn’s voice was low and resonant. “Quinn, darling, you never fail to please. I love it when you bring me another for my collection.” She looked Hallie up and down and walked around her while thoughtfully pursing her lips. Whether Mrs. Kirsch was pleased or dissatisfied, Hallie couldn’t tell.

“What is your name?”

“Hallie, Mrs. Kirsch. Hallie Wilson.”

Mrs. Kirsch cast the briefest of smiles at Miss Evans. “Hold still, child. I want to have a better look at you.”

 Hallie couldn’t help it. She was beginning to shake in the shadow of this powerful female presence. She shivered and bit her lip when Mrs. Kirsch held open her vest. She stood as still as she could while the Mistress of Thither & Gone dispassionately lifted her breasts. She took them into her hands, hefted their weight, and expertly expressed two puddles of breast milk into her palms. When Mrs. Kirsch had tasted her milk, Hallie caught the rise of her eyebrow and the glow of pleasure in her eyes. Hallie was terrified, but swollen now with pride, too. Miss Evans had liked the taste of her milk. Now it seemed Mrs. Kirsch was of the same mind. She hoped she’d feel the same way about her bust profile.

As if divining her thoughts, Mrs. Kirsch slipped Hallie’s vest from her shoulders and turned her sideways. “Place your arms at your sides, Hallie.” She studied Hallie’s side profile for a long moment. Hallie held her breath while goose bumps rippled down her upper arms. Was she going to be rejected? Would Mrs. Kirsch put her in a cage or out on the grounds or in one of those breast-stretching niches? 

Please no. I’ve come too far for you to reject me.

Mrs. Kirsch didn’t offer a yea or a nay. She didn’t say anything. Hallie noticed her stolid expression evaporated when she transferred her attention back to Miss Evans. She was smiling broadly at her old friend. “Quinn, you and I have much to discuss. Hallie and Daisy, wait outside in the hallway. Shut the door behind you.”

Hallie was certain now. She felt crushed as she left the study. When Daisy had closed the study door, Hallie looked nervously at the maid who responded with a warm smile. She put her hand on Hallie’s arm, deliberately grazed the firm swell of her breast. The maid’s touch was electric. It sent shivers through Hallie. She whispered, “Damn, I could fuck you blind, you gorgeous thing.”  

“Daisy, please don’t. Just tell me. Am I accepted? Is Mrs. Kirsch going to send me away? Put me in that cage?”

Daisy pulled Hallie away from the study door. She spoke in a hoarse whisper. “You’re an idiot, Hallie Wilson. You’re awfully sweet, but you just don’t get it. If Mrs. Kirsch didn’t like what she’d seen or she didn’t like the taste or consistency of your milk just now, she’d have sent you straight to the kitchen. Cook would have soundly whipped you and caged you. You’d remain in that suspended cage until Mistress Kirsch decided how to dispose of you.”

“You mean-”

“Damn you, girl, she has accepted you!”

Hallie eased out her breath. “I…I didn’t know…”   

“Well, you do now. God, I wish I had your milk. I wanted to lactate, but Madame Lafarge couldn’t make it happen. You don’t know how lucky, you are. It’ll keep you out of the laundry and off that wretched grounds duty. Unfortunately, for you, I’m pretty sure Mistress is going to send you to Cook. Be careful with her. She’s mean-spirited and has a thick strap not to mention those cages she loves to keep occupied. What did you do before you came here?”

Hallie glanced nervously at the closed door. “I worked for Miss Quinn in customer service. More importantly, Daisy, I don’t understand what’s happening. Where are we?”

“Never mind where we are, Hallie. You’ll understand when you’re supposed to understand. We are right where we’re supposed to be. That’s all you need to know right now. Did you know Madame Lafarge has given you the most delectable breasts?

“Daisy, please…Did Miss Evans…recruit you, too?”

Daisy began to toy with Hallie’s nipples. “Mmm hmm. I met her at a party. Believe it or not, I was a Product Manager for a baby products firm. I managed the firm’s disposable diaper line. I earned a big salary, bonuses, too. I had a corner office and a cute little executive assistant. I used to put her under my desk at lunchtime. What a frisky tongue she had.”

Hallie was incredulous, but she could not ignore the shivers of pleasure coursing through her breasts beneath Daisy’s fingers. Was she going to nurse? “And…now this? You’re a maid?”

“Like Popeye said, ‘I am who I am’. I’m where I’m supposed to be. I don’t look back, Hallie. It’s s-o-o unproductive and pointless. In time, you’ll understand.”

Daisy tilted her head. Her eyes fluttered shut when her lips brushed Hallie’s. Hallie shuddered when the maid ran her fingernails beneath her quivering breasts. “Glory be, Hallie. I could fuck you until you faint. How am I going to get your pretty face clamped between my thighs? Alas, Mrs. K. will never allow it. Fair damsel, I fear I must worship you from afar.”

Hallie’s rising passion weakened her resolve. Her eyes grew wet. “Daisy, I honestly don’t have a clue. Will you please…some time…explain Hither & Gone?”

Daisy nodded. “But first we have some unfinished business…”