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Every January I venture out to Las Vegas for the big Vegas porno convention and AVN Awards. In 2003 there was a welcome addition to all the X-rated fun: BondCon. The original BondCon was held in 2001 in an outer borough of New York City. Relocating to Vegas to coincide with the big adult entertainment extravaganza was a stroke of genius!

BondCon 2004 encountered some last-minute fetish paranoia, which resulted in a slight change of venue, but the event seemed to be quite a success! From what I could tell, the convention itself was twice the size of last year's. Shuttle buses were transporting kinksters between The Luxor and the "sports complex" all day long. The convention floor was in the sunken "court" and there was a snack bar to help everyone maintain the stamina necessary to stroll, shop and ogle. Plenty of VIPs: dommes, models and craftspeople from all across America were in attendance, creating an exciting vibe and mesmerizing smorgasbord of eye candy. I ran into Mimi Divine and Irene Boss and we all made a fuss over each other's "fame." Widow Centauri was "womaning" a booth introducing her new web site, "SexWithRubberChickens.com" directly across from Robert Fluty and his Kink in the Caribbean booth. I tried on a gorgeous frock coat by Xcentricities, salivated madly over corsets by former Purple Passion employee Shane and coveted the incredibly special floggers by The Mink of 9 Tails. Oh, how I wanted to buy the Bacchus model, with gorgeous green suede leaves and little lavender beaded grapes. Yummy! The couple that runs this flogger business looked resplendent in Renaissance Fair/Revolutionary War garb.

But what about the parties, you ask. I'm sorry to say that I didn't make it to any of the BondCon social gatherings. In addition to the fact that they were soooo far from my hotel, the lack of alchohol and forbidden nudity made the parties less than appealing. Instead I went in search of more accessible soirees. I ran into San Francisco performer and MC Paul Nathan and he invited me to his private suite party. His co-hosts were Dirty Dan, who was already gettin' dirty when I arrived, and a couple of BDSM webmeisters from Brooklyn. Upon entering, I eyeballed foot worshipping in one corner and a stunning tranny in a cheerleader uniform cavorting on the bar, gorgeous gothy girls serving up cocktails and salacious weirdness happening on the king sized bed. It looked promising! So when Blue Blood's Amelia G. called my cell in search of fun, I gave her the coordinates, then offered ditto to my crazy friend Bonobo Jim. Soon we had our own crew to complement the accruing crowd, and when porn stud and sex celeb Ron Jeremy arrived, we knew we were in just the right spot!

While things at both Cons were winding down on Sunday, I dragged my exhausted ass out of bed early to attend a Domme Brunch offered by LA's loopiest domina and stand-up comedian, Widow Centauri. Her private, women-only repast took place deep in the Vegas 'burbs. I accepted a mimosa upon my arrival and met the assembled dommes: Katrina Rosebud, LA domme and XXX adult star; Ember from Portland; Ms. Whips of Atlanta; Arizona's Agony Bliss; Widow's manager and photographer Blue Sirius; and our hostess herself, Widow Centauri.

Widow regaled us with tales up her upcoming Sex With Rubber Chickens Tour, her traveling circus of wickedly amusing comedy and domination. It was a wonderful way to up a whirlwind trip to Sin City!