Mornings hold a special allure for me, as my slave eagerly awaits to offer her pristine, rosy mouth for my savory, golden morning urine. She appears desperate and parched, as though she has never savored urine before, and she crawls towards me on all fours while dressed, to demonstrate her obedience as a dutiful slave. I gently tap the tip of my manhood, encouraging the flow of my thick, salty liquid into her mouth, and I observe as she gags slightly when it reaches the back of her throat. She battles the urge to spill any of it, as she is aware that it would displease me. She adjusts her position so I can urinate directly onto the pink surface of her tongue, allowing her to fully savor the taste of my elixir. I am enamored with my human toilet.