1) Curtsey demurely

An overwhelming urge to express the girlyness you are feeling inside takes over and you attempt to curtsey having never done so in your life before. Picturing how you have seen them done in films and on theTV you fumble for the edges of your skirt but can hardly hold the hem with the restrictive nature of the mittens. You awkwardly bend your knees end up toppling backwards landing in a heap on the floor your petticoats flying up around your head exposing your panties.

Miss Jones laughs heartily "Nice panties my dear, I can see you are still very excited."
"I think you will need some lessons on how to behave and carry yourself properly and of course plenty of practice. Daphne I will leave her training to you"

Daphne helps you to your feet and you red with embarrassment adjust your dress and try to regain your composure. She takes you by the hand and begins to lead you slowly around the room helping you walk in the heels instructing you how to keep your legs together at all times, how to sway with your hips and keep your back straight with your chin up. After a couple of laps on the room you are led to through one of the doors at the back of the apartment.

The room is painted in a deep shade of red and dimly lit. You can see soft fabrics draped over the furniture obscuring what each item is. Daphne pulls a one of the throws back to reveal what seems to be a very elaborate machine that, as your eyes adjust to the gloom, you realise is some form of treadmill. Only there is no digital display and the body is not sleek plastic but has the appearance of gold. Daphne helps you step up onto the belt and steadies you as there are no hand rails to hold. She then takes what looks like a red coloured leather dog leash secured to the front of the machine and clips it to a metal ring dangling from the high neck of your dress. She has harnessed you to the strange contraption. You wonder what is going on, this is not a standard piece of exercise equipment and this is not a normal way to exercise. Just as you get your head around the leash Daphne takes your hands and with a red silk ribbon ties them behind your back. Feeling very vulnerable and unsteady your discomfort is heightened when the machine suddenly jolts into life and you have to quickly start walking to remain upright. Daphne smiles as you manage to maintain your balance at a slow walking pace.

As you walk you feel a sharp pain on the back of your legs and hear Daphne whisper "more hips Ella". You realise she is holding a long riding crop and the pain at the back of your thighs was from her. You feel a strange thrill and concentrate on swaying your hips in an exaggerated style.

As you walk the Daphne continues to correct your movements with firm application of the whip so that you lose yourself in concentration perfecting the most graceful and feminine walk.