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When I had drunk my fill, I lifted my head from the bowl. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 30, Sentence #285)

Then he wiped the inside of the bowl with my face, and bade me, with my tongue, to waste no gruel. Then, still holding me by the hair, he thrust my head down into the other bowl, that of water, and, my hands on the floor, on either side of the bowl, I drank, lapping the water, as I could, being shown the beast, and slave, that I was. After a time, he released my hair, and sat back, watching me, while I continued to drink. When I had drunk my fill, I lifted my head from the bowl. "Position," he said. He then, as I knelt, reached to a cloth to the side, of the sort that might serve diversely, as a bond, as a gag, as a blindfold, and dampened the cloth in the bit of water remaining in the bowl, and then, as I kept the palms of my hands down, on my thighs, in position, he gently dabbed my face dry and clean, removing the water and the residue of gruel. Despite the rudeness, and the commanding brutality, of Kurik, of Victoria, in the manner in which it had occurred, I had been fed and watered. - (Plunder of Gor)