What a glorious day in the garden with my naked slave. Wouldn’t you love to be in his place when I need a human toilet? My stream is sweet and abundant as usual. After peeing, I tell him that if he wants to be my real full toilet, he has to crawl across the lawn and up the steps where I will relieve myself on the deck floor where he can eat it all up. Of course, he follows. What a nasty slave.