The hotel was filled with luxury and privacy, the perfect setting for the intense training that was about to take place. Today, the infamous domme known as Angel walked into the bathroom where her toilet slave, Ball, was anxiously waiting. With a smirk, she approached him and demanded he began his worshipping. Kneeling on the cold tile floor, Ball's eyes never left his mistress as he slowly lifted her foot and began to kiss the skin around her ankle. "Slave," Angel commanded in a low, seductive voice, "Worship my cock and balls like the disgusting piece of shit you are." Ball moved up between Angel's legs, his nose brushing against the soft fabric of her underwear. He gently parted her folds, his tongue darting out to tease her pussy as he continued to kiss the back of his hand that held her cock. As he worked his magic, he could feel the power of his mistress' presence and the anticipation of what was to come. Angel watched with a mix of amusement and arousal as Ball lavished attention on her genitals. She ran her hands through his hair, grasping it tightly as she pulled his face deeper into her lap. She leaned forward slightly, pressing her breasts against Ball's head as he continued his oral service. Finally sating her appetite for the moment, Angel stood up straight and barked out an order. "Get on the ground, slave!" Ball immediately obeyed and assumed the submissive position, his hands behind his head and his eyes locked on his mistress. With a sinister grin, Angel stepped over him, placing one foot on his chest as she lifted her other leg onto the nearby stool. She positioned herself so that Ball was in full view of her wrath. Reaching down, she grabbed him by the throat and pulled him up to eye level. "Now you will learn your place," she hissed through gritted teeth. Angel raised one of her stilettos above Ball's defenseless balls, ready to bring it crashing down on them. But just as she was about to make contact, she hesitated. Instead, she lifted her leg higher and brought her foot down hard on his penis instead. Ball let out a muffled scream as the shockwaves rippled through his body. A mix of pain and arousal coursed through him as he felt himself growing harder under her foot. Angel kept the pressure up, grinding her heel into his growing erection. "Do you want more?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Ball nodded frantically, unable to speak through the mix of pleasure and pain coursing through his body. Angel saw the need in his eyes and decided to reward him with a sip of his own piss. Reaching down, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and lifted it up, allowing a small stream of his own piss to escape and land on his chest. She brought the cup to his mouth and tilted it forward, allowing him to taste his own filth. Ball moaned as he tasted the metallic flavor of his own piss mix with the sweat and tears that had already stained his face. He had never felt more submissive or more turned on in his life. Angel watched as he greedily drank his own piss, knowing that she had total control over him. She lifted her leg off the stool, stepping away from her toilet slave. "You have done well, Ball," she said with a nod of approval. "Tomorrow we will continue your training. Until then, think about what you've learned today." With that, Angel left the bathroom, leaving her toilet slave laid out on the floor, exhausted but satisfied. As he drifted off to sleep, Ball couldn't help but wonder what other twisted pleasures his mistress had in store for him.