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Living History

Dr. Suzannah Lipscomb looked at the plain envelope with the emblem on it.

»Bayerische Julius-Maximilian-Universität Würzburg«, it said. Of course, she knew the University of Würzburg in Germany, had even corresponded once with one of the scholars, but none of her current researches or film projects had anything to do with Germany.

»Well, there is only one way to find out!«

She opened the envelope. It contained a sheet of paper, also with the university`s logo, something that looked like a flight ticket – and a photography. Suzannah laughed, not knowing whether she should feel flattered or insulted.

A few years ago, she had hosted a documentary about every day’s dangers in the lives of people in the Edwardian age. This had also included her wearing a corset, just to prove how fast a woman could get exhausted whilst wearing one, even if she just walked the stairs. Of course, she had been modestly dressed underneath, but obviously, some people had been intrigued by it and so, she sometimes had received comments or photos like that, often asking her for an autograph.

And now, it seemed that she even had at least one fan in Germany! Her eyes fell on the flight ticket. To her surprise, it wasn`t a fake, but an original Lufthansa ticket, for a first class flight to Frankfurt. So, this was either a rich stalker or something completely different. Suzannah reached for the letter. It was written by typewriter, except for the signature.

»Dear Dr. Lipscomb, I hope you can forgive me the rather clumsy joke, but the photo has indeed something to do with my request. As you sure know, we Germans (at least most of us) are celebrating the 100^th anniversary of when women were given the right to vote. So, we are doing a big-scaled (and big-budgeted) project on illustrating how restraining life was for women, even for those from the upper classes. So, if you want to help us getting the project started, feel invited to come to Germany. Of course, your flight, hotel and everything else will be paid by the University of Würzburg.«

It was signed by a Dr. Annika Klein. Suzannah still thought that this was some kind of prank, but on the other hand, there was the plane ticket that had been paid in advance. She started her computer and checked the website of the university. The historian faculty did indeed feature a project under the title »Der goldene Käfig« (The Golden Cage). There was also the name of Dr. Klein again. Suzannah saw a young woman with glasses and blonde hair who seemed to be the assistant of one of the professors Suzannah had already corresponded with. So, if not a stalker had managed to hack into the official website of the university plus invested several hundred Pounds in a flight ticket, this was a real invitation, though a slightly weird one.

The further description of the project was in German only, but she understood that the situation of women before 1919 should be presented by animations and short films. This was something Suzannah was familiar with and besides, she had nothing planned for the weekend yet. And so, she sent an email to Dr. Klein that she would love to participate in said project and take the plane next Friday afternoon.

At Frankfurt, Annika Klein had come personally to get her to Würzburg in her car. She was smaller than she had looked on the photo, measuring just some 5`2``, and also rather petite. But she seemed to be full of energy – and a bit of a chatterbox. During the one hour trip, she had told Suzannah everything about the project, her previous career and how much she adored the work of Dr. Suzannah Lipscomb.

To Suzannah`s surprise, they stopped at the university. She would have expected to be brought to her hotel, since it had become quite late, but Annika Klein insisted on showing her everything. Oppressing a sigh, Suzannah followed her inside the now dark and empty building.

The history faculty was located in a modern building and Dr. Klein led her along a corridor and down the stairs.

»So, your office is in the cellar?«

»Luckily not!«, Annika Klein laughed, »but to keep costs low, we decided not to film on location if avoidable, but to work with a Green Screen. And our equipment only fits this rather – inhospitable room. Tada!«

She unlocked an iron door and opened it. When the neon lights came to life, Suzannah could see a large windowless room with several metal cupboards at the walls. In the center, there were soft boxes, spotlights and a film camera arranged around something that looked like-

»Excuse me, but is this a treadmill?«

»Exactly! It has to do with your part in the Project! Have you ever heard of Wilhelmina Meyer?«

Suzannah just frowned and so, Annika Klein told her that in 1899, said Wilhelmina Meyer had walked from Würzburg to Berlin, to personally hand her demands to the Kaiser. At her time, many people had just laughed at her, but she had also inspired many women.

»And now, we want you, an inspiring woman of the present, to reenact that famous walk!«

Annika Klein was perhaps a chatterbox, but she knew how to flatter Suzannah.

»Well – okay!«

»Of course, you would have to wear an authentic costume – together with the corset. In your documentary, you illustrated perfectly how straining it was to even walk the stairs in such a thing! And now, after you have done your virtual walk, people can also imagine what an effort Wilhelmina Meyer`s march must have been!«

Actually, Suzannah considered that idea a bit of a showmanship, but Dr. Klein`s enthusiasm was contagious. Now, the small woman opened one of the cupboards and handed her something black and red.

Reluctantly, Suzannah took the corset. It did not seem quite historically accurate to her and then, she saw it:

»Excuse me, but where did you get this from? Not only would a woman in 1899 never have worn a black and red corset, unless she worked as a prostitute. And besides, this one won`t cover the breasts. Sorry, but-«

Now, Annika rummaged through the cupboard again and this time, she produced a gun.

»You are right, Suzannah, but I just thought that black matches better with your eyes – and besides, nobody will think of things like historical accuracy if he sees you in that!«

Suzannah laughed uneasily.

»What is that? Are you going to force me into this?«

»Well – yes! Nice to see that you aren`t as naïve as I thought when you followed my invitation! But now – strip!«

Her voice now sounded cold and Suzannah stood there, not sure whether this was a joke. Annika Klein now aimed at Suzannah`s handbag she had dropped to the floor and fired.

PLOP!

The gun had a silencer on it, but the handbag flew back and Suzannah could see a hole in it. This was a real gun – a gun that was now again pointing at her!

»Dr. Klein, please, I-«

»Oh, you may call me Annika – or, even better: call me ›Mistress‹! And now, do as you are told!«

Suzannah hesitated. This could not be true! She looked at Annika, then at her handbag and then, she reluctantly unbuttoned her coat and slipped out of it.

»Come on, move it!«

Suzannah stepped out of her pumps, shivering as she had to stand on the cold concrete floor, protected only by the thin nylon of her pantyhose. Then, she undid her costume jacket.

»Annika, please, we can-«

Without taking her eyes or the gun from Suzannah, Annika reached inside the cupboard once again, this time producing a riding crop.

»The next time you refuse to obey or forget to call me ›Mistress‹, you will be punished!«

Looking at the closed door, Suzannah slowly pulled her blouse from her skirt and began to open the buttons. Annika saw what she was looking at and said:

»The door is locked and the key is in my pocket. Besides, you really look lovely in black!«

The open blouse revealed Suzannah`s black lacy bra and she blushed involuntarily. She undid the blouse then and, after another pleading look at Annika, opened the zipper of her skirt and shimmied it down her legs.

»Suzannah! Shouldn`t bra and panties usually match?«, Annika said, staring at her white panties.

»Well, I didn`t expect to be invited to such an event!«, Suzannah replied sarcastically! Annika laughed heartily:

»If I had told you the truth, you wouldn`t have come at all! Now, finish your job!«

With a sigh, Suzannah peeled down her pantyhose. Annika just made a gesture with her gun and she unhooked her bra, shielding her breasts with one arm as she undid it.

»Haven`t you forgotten something, Suzie?«

Suzannah groaned. Removing her panties also meant exposing her breasts to that madwoman. But when she looked at the gun, she decided that living in the nude was the better option. Annika smiled and said:

»Now, you may dress up again! Start with the corset!«

Seeing no point in resisting, Suzannah picked up the garment. It felt strange and she didn`t appreciate to have the leather on her bare skin, but she obeyed. It was quite bothersome to close it at her back, and in addition, it indeed did not cover her breasts, just uplift them a bit.

»I will see for the laces later, Suzie! Now, put on these! I know, it`s another anachronism, but it is also a tribute to one of our sponsors!«

Annika handed her a pair of black, but quite transparent pantyhose and watched her put it on. Suzannah was blushing all over. Not only did her movement force her to present her womanhood to the woman`s prying eyes, now, partially dressed, she felt even more naked and exposed. Her breasts were still naked and her pubic area was clearly visible through the thin material of her pantyhose.

The next item was a pair of black and red pumps with high heels. Suzannah put them on, then, Annika ordered:

»Turn your back to me and get on your knees!«

Dr. Suzannah Lipscomb, now reduced to the scantily clad captive of a madwoman, obeyed. She expected to get her wrists tied when Annika grabbed her arms, but instead, she felt something pulled over her hands and up her arms.

»You might consider this another inaccuracy, but these things were indeed invented in the 19^th century!«

Suzannah gasped when her arms were forced close to each other. She had to arch back her shoulders and to thrust out her boobs when the red leather armbinder was pushed up to the middle of her upper arms. Then, Annika pulled on the laces and tied it so tight that her elbows were crushed together. Suzannah whimpered, but now, her arms were immobile and even her fingers were trapped inside a tight leather mitten.

»Ouch, that hurts!«

»You don`t say!«

Annika pulled two straps fixed to the armbinder`s upper end over her shoulders, threaded them under her armpits and, having tightened them, buckled them to the sheath. Now, the armbinder could not slip down. Suzannah Lipscomb was trapped.

»Annika, please-«

She shrieked when the other woman spanked her pantyhose-clad buttocks.

»Next time, it will be the riding crop!«

Annika now showed her a green ball with two straps attached to it.

»I am not sure if it matches your eyes exactly, but it was the closest I could get. However, do you think that this will keep you quiet, Suzie?«

»What? No, I-«

»I am afraid you are right«, Annika said. Then, she reached under her skirt and removed her tiny black panties. Before Suzannah could say something, Annika held the gun`s barrel to her temple.

»Don`t even think of protesting! And if you spit these out, you will get your own panties to chew on, too!«

With wide eyes and pleadingly shaking her head, Suzannah opened her lips, allowing Annika to shove the garment into her mouth. The panties tasted vile, but before she had much chance to get adjusted to it, Annika had shoved the ball between her teeth and was pulling on the straps.

»Uuuhhmmmm! Nnnnnggg!«

The ball pushed the strange panties even deeper into Suzannah`s mouth and she felt as if she would choke, but Annika just laughed and buckled the straps tight at her nape.

»I am wearing these since the day before yesterday, I hope you don`t mind!«

Accompanied by Susannah`s groan of disgust and pain, she pulled the strap one notch tighter. Then, she let the Doctor shake her head helplessly and squirm in her bonds.

»Now, up to your feet!«

With her arms immobilized, this was not an easy task, but Annika raised her hand holding the riding crop and so, she managed to get up, panting and pleading with her eyes.

»Now, for the corset!«

»Nnnngg! Mmhhmmmm!«

Annika tightened the laces until Suzannah`s already slim waist had turned into a wasp waist. She felt the pressure on every breath she took and she knew that now, her struggles would soon get her exhausted.

»We are almost finished, Suzie!«

Annika now tied an iron collar around Suzannah`s neck and fixed a chain to it. Like that, she forced her captive to step on the treadmill and tied the chain`s end to the railing. Then, she pressed a button and the treadmill began to run. Suzannah squealed when the rubber band she was standing on began to move, forcing her to walk. With her extremely high heels, she could only take small steps and it also forced her to sway her hips more than usual. She breathed heavily, knowing that with the corset, she would not be able to stand it for long.

»Did you know it is some 400 miles from Würzburg to Berlin?«

»Mmhrrrmmmm!«

Annika laughed.

»Just kidding, Suzie! Actually, Wilhelmina Meyer never did that walk. She`s an invention of mine!«

She stopped the treadmill and stepped onto it, standing so close to Suzannah her bare breasts touched the small woman`s lips. The Doctor shifted and let out a moan when Annika kissed one of her nipples.

»So, you are not ready yet?«

She reached around Suzannah and grabbed two straps attached to her armbinder. These, she pulled around her waist and buckled them tight, forcing her arms close to her back. Two more followed that went above and below Suzannah`s exposed breasts. Then, she reached between Suzannah`s legs.

»Mmhhhph! Nnngg! Mmhhrrrrmm!«

»Don`t be impatient, Suzie, I will play with you later on!«

Annika now had grabbed a strap fixed to Suzannah`s fingertips and brought it to her front. This strap was buckled to her waist strap. To Suzannah`s dismay, her captor took care it ran directly over the middle of her pubic mound before buckling it to her waist. It was snug, but not tight, but when Suzannah moved her hips with uneasiness, she felt the strap and it was very, very irritating to feel it there. The thin nylon of her pantyhose did little to protect her; in fact, it even intensified the friction.

Now, Annika produced a chair, put it close to the treadmill and loosened the chain from the railing. She then climbed upon the chair and fixed the leash`s end to a ceiling hook. Suzannah mewed with alarm: now, if she staggered and fell, she would hang herself!

Giggling, Annika started the treadmill again and Suzannah was forced to walk, slowly, but straining nevertheless. Now, she felt the strap rub over her most sensitive parts on every step, too.

Annika now began to focus the camera and said:

»As you might have guessed, my research is about the more – adult aspects of life a 100 years ago: had women be able to get sexually aroused wearing a corset or would they just have fainted?«

»Mmhhmm!«

Suzannah already felt sweat built on her forehead and her breath was getting harder from the tight corset. How could Annika do such horrible things to her? And how could she expect her to react to the strap between her legs?

»I hope that you will really try not to faint, for the consequences would be – well, you can imagine yourself!«, Annika said, tugging on Suzannah`s neck collar. Then, she turned back for the camera.

»Don`t worry, I have other games in store. Even with the real Dr. Suzannah Lipscomb in the starring role, this video must become varied. After all, by selling it, I want to finance the real project I used to bait you. So, just see it as a part of your work: doing historic research and in addition, helping to raise funds!«

The End