Who whips you?
“Who whips you?”
“I have felt the whip of my master,” she said, wonderingly.
“I am subject to the whip. I am fit for the whip, and it is his whip to which I am subject. I have felt the whip of my master.”
“I trust you will do your best to prove yourself worthy of a slave collar,” I said.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered.
Mercenaries of Gor, p. 16