Feeding the Throne
Valentina Lux
The Ashtray and the Throne: Blending Intimacy and Obsession
If you’ve followed me through my other platforms, you’ll know I’m a devoted smoker who adores transforming my partner into a personal ashtray. But he’s more than that—he’s become my exclusive human toilet. Ever since I started using him as my “Turkish throne,” as I fondly refer to him, I’ve grown increasingly addicted to this ritual. So much so, that I can no longer bring myself to use a traditional porcelain toilet. This clip offers a glimpse into our daily dynamic—capturing a moment where I rely on him, as usual, when nature calls. I relieve myself into his mouth, and he dutifully swallows everything. And, of course, since I’m smoking, he also ingests every ash. There’s something deeply intimate about him carrying a piece of me within him. I’ve become a part of him, literally, as he absorbs the toxins I’ve accumulated over 17 years of heavy smoking. Now, he even carries my scent—proof of our unique connection.
