The slave girl

by Hans Meijer

  "Please whip wardress Tamure a little for me, Master?"

  "Hell, do it yourself, girl. You'll be free night and morning for the chores. I'll lend you the whip I use on you."

  "Thank you, Master. It's a lovely whip." She paused, then asked, shyly: "The coffle's going to be my home, isn't it? You'll keep me chained on it?"

  "Always. You'll be my Judas goat."

  "Please, never let me free, Master."

  "You've had it, love! For sure! Where d'you want to be on the chain? First girl, or on the tail end?"

  Corey Gibson glowed. It would be a pleasant option to consider on the journey.