Bathrooms, irons, and other things of daily life on Gor

Using water and a fur
"It is morning," I said.
Thurnock appeared at the door to my chamber. "Word has come," said he, "from the house of Samos. He would speak with you."
"Prepare the longboat," I said. We would make our way through the canals to his house.
"Yes, Captain," he said, and turned and left.
I put aside the ax. With water, poured into a bowl, and fur, I cleaned myself. I donned a fresh tunic. I tied my own sandals.
This takes place in Port Kar, Bosk is in his quarters .

Laving bowl seen here in Koroba
. I sat up, cross- legged, on the mat, which was now returning to room temperature. I struggled to my feet and staggered to the laving bowl on the table and splashed some water in my face.
Tarnsman

See also Gorean Public Baths

The sewage system of a city and an insulae (tenement type building) in a city described
“Whew!” said Marcus.
At the foot of the stairs, as is common in insulae, there was a great wastes pot, into which the smaller wastes pots of the many tiny apartments in the building are emptied. These large pots are then carried off in wagons to the carnaria, where their contents are emptied. This work is usually done by male slaves under the supervision of a free man. When the wastes pot is picked up, a clean one is left in its place. The emptied pot is later cleaned and used again, returned to one insula or another. There is sewerage in Ar, and sewers, but on the whole these service the more affluent areas of the city. The insulae are, on the whole, tenements.
“This is a sty,” said Marcus.
Not everyone is as careful as they might be in hitting the great pot. Lazier folks, or perhaps folks interested in testing their skill, sometimes try to do it from a higher landing. According to the ordinances the pots are supposed to be kept covered, but this ordinance is too often honored in the breach. Children sometimes use the stairs to relieve themselves. This is occasionally done, I gather, as a game, the winner being decided by the greatest number of stairs soiled.
Magicians, about p 272

As for slaves...
A man slid the bowl back to me. "Relieve yourself," he said. I squated shamed, over the bowl. . .
. . . I was still squating over the bowl.
I looked up and met the eyes of the other fellow, he who had slid the bowl back to me, he who had ordered me to relieve myself.
They were stern. "Yes, Master," I said.
Quickly then I relieved myself. I thought to myself with bitter amusement how Teibar, my Teibar, might have smiled, to see me squatting here, his "modern womam," now a frightened slave, on his world, relieving herself at a man's command. Doubtless he had known full well, he, a native of this world, that such things would be required of me.
The bowl, incidentally, is not an improper precaution. It is often used before sales. Though usually there is a liberal sprinkling of sawdust on the block it is usually there less, I think, for practical purposes than for symbolic ones, for example, making clear the animal nature of what is vended there, and for the sake of tradition. Goreans have an unsual reverence to tradition. Still it could serve. The bowl, however, is better.
Dancer of Gor - Book 22 pgs 121-122

There was straw in the kennel, and a part of a blanket, a pan of water, and a pail for wastes. The next morning I was fed, pellets and gruel, in a pan thrust under the kennel gate and then, later, when I had relieved myself, brought forth the first of my lessons in dance.
Dancer p 151

I then took some water. I then returned to the center of the wagon, to the place I had spread the blankets, and knelt there, the blanket clutched about my shoulders. It would be easy for him to keep me indefinitely in such a place, I realized, as there, was a wastes bucket, and food and water could easily be thrust through the narrow, now closed aperture at the bottom of the door. He would not even have to take me out on a leash to relieve myself.
Dancer page 434

Then I drew back from the door, and found a bit of bread in the pan. I also felt a slice of raw vegetable. I ate these, and then took some water. I then relieved myself at the bucket in the other part of the wagon, and then lay down in the center of the wagon, on the blankets. The wagon was dark, and a firm prison, but it was not uncomfortable.
Dancer page 446

In a few minutes we had returned to the camp, I on my leash. Though he had waited for me, once, to relieve myself, I do not think that that was the purpose of the walk. That I could have done anywhere outside the camp, chained to a tree, if necessary. We had gone down by the long building, beyond the well, in the meadow, where the beasts lay. He unsnapped the leash and I knelt before him, then, waiting to be commanded.
Dancer Page 455

Latrines of wagons camped along road
“Did you hear the alarm bar?” asked Mincon, coming over to me, his blanket over his arm.
“Yes,” I said.
“I thought I might have dreamed it,” he said.
“Boabissia heard it too,” I said.
“It is not now ringing,” he said.
“No,” I said.
“The camp is pretty quiet,” he said.
“Yes,” I said. We could see folks going about their business, folding their blankets, seeking out the latrines, starting up their morning fires.
Mercenaries

Hot round irons warmed over fires
In the central cylinder of Ar, that in which the Ubar has his palace and holds his court, in a room assigned to me, I drew upon my body the tunic of a Warrior.
It was fresh and clean, bright scarlet, pressed with hot, round irons warmed over fires.
Assassin