How exciting! The chairwoman of the Poetic Society has had her poetry book published, and it's been such a success there'll be an international reading tour to follow. She's so self-disciplined and impressive that she's decided she needs to train as a reading maid for a week, in order to be sufficiently well prepared to do a good job. And she's chosen me to be her trainer, a role which I'm determined to take extremely seriously! First of all, I go upstairs and undress from my casual clothes, before putting on high heels, seamed stockings, a garter belt, and a long elegant dress. I spray on perfume and restyle my hair, before going downstairs to begin the training. I read out the rules to the chairwoman and briefly imagine being in her place (naked, kneeling, with collar and panel gag) before reciting tonight's poem. This is such an honour!