For Mohini, to be fed like this is a new, and somewhat humiliating, yet strangely sensual experience. Masina controlling what, how much, and how quickly Mohini might eat was totally new to her. She had not been so helpless, nor dependent on another since she was a child. While being fed, her lips and tongue occasionally trailed across the fingers that delivered the food to her waiting mouth without realizing what she did.<br/><br/>With the last of h eoffered bread sliding down her throat, Mohini looked up at her captor, her eyes large and sincere, and whispered her thanks. Part of Mohini wondered if the food had been given only so she did not spit up the herb mixture, but she had been too hungry to care, and it wasn't as if what she had been fed hadn't been tasty. In any case, it was certainly better than many of the other things the woman could have done to her.