Vegas AEE Trip Part 1
Growing up in Los Angeles, you’d think I’d have partied in Vegas PLENTY of times… but nope, never happened. So when news of the AVN Adult Entertainment Expo began floating around, I
knew I wanted to go. Really, what better way to experience Vegas for the first time than with a bunch of hot Dommes? After much schedule shuffling and procrastinating and dog sitter finding, my boyfriend booked us a two night stay at the brand new Cosmopolitan Hotel.
Day 1
After a four hour drive consisting of trap music and the Steve Jobs audiobook, we made it to Las Vegas. Our suite at the Cosmo was ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL! We even had a hot tub and a little patio with a beautiful view of the strip.
My first shoot of the trip was with
Spoiled Bianca. You’d never guess from the teasing clips we shot, but this girl is the sweetest! Our shoot involved heel worship, small penis humiliation, financial domination, pantyhose worship, cuckolding, and candid audio of us making fun of losers as we changed after a clip, thinking we had stopped recording… oops. 0:)
After my shoot with Bianca, I met up with my man to get my ears pierced. I’d been contemplating getting them pierced for a while, so he gave me a sparkly pair of diamond earrings for Christmas! Chris Saint at Club Tattoo was super professional and so adorable. Meoww. With 1.5 carats secured in my face, it was off to dinner and the Kinkbomb party at Chateau. Upon seeing the massive staircase leading up to the club, I just had to ask a bouncer how many people, on average, ate shit down the stairs every night. The answer is eight, and none of those eight were Kinkbomb girls that night… although, who was the girl that was passed out at our table? It remains a mystery.
Day 2
Amai’s loser ex-boyfriend, Ty, was in Vegas as well. He LOVED my delicious spit so much last time that he had been begging me to spit on his stupid face again, so I called up Amai to see what she thought about his pathetic pleas. We laughed at how desperate he was, and she told me to do whatever the fuck I wanted to him. We agreed that he could pay me $300 for a session, and of course I filmed it to show Amai (and the entire internet via
Obey Amai) what a fucking loser he was. That’s when things went very, very wrong for Ty…

Laughing In His Spit Covered Face That He Paid For - Severe Real Time Wallet Draining
The instant my saliva hit his ugly face, he got so weak and lost all control. He just kept handing me money and begging for more of my spit. I tried to talk some sense into him, reminding him that if he didn’t stop giving me all his money, he wouldn’t have any left to experience all the things he came to Vegas for – nice dinners, blackjack, shows, nightclubs – and how would he pay for his hotel? Unsurprisingly, the dummy chose my spit over every single one of those things. He ended up giving me all the cash he had with him – a grand total of $1100. I just made him leave my room drenched in spit. I don’t know what happened to him after that. My guess is that he either went home broke or worked the corner to pay his hotel bill. Either way, Amai certainly was not happy with him, and I heard he got a good punishment. Haha!
I, on the other hand, got dressed up for the Kinkbomb dinner at Scarpetta and the big party at Haze. I’m not a big fan of Italian food, but well, wine, and of course, it was great to be in the company of so many beautiful Dommes and the lovely Kinkbomb team. Haze was pretty incredible. You don’t see clubs of this size in New York or LA, and while the gogo dancers in both of those cities are usually pretty hot, every single one of the dancers at Haze looked like lingerie models. Holy fuck. Obviously, our table was pretty great-looking too.
Princess Rene and me
People stared for reasons other than our mind numbing beauty, too. Honestly, would you expect anything less from a Kinkbomb table?
Ceara Lynch,
Meggerz, and me having our feet rubbed by nate bitch
Bratty Bunny and me being shy

… and also being bitchy.
Haze photo credit: Kris Gorr at Idol Star Productions
Later on in the night, a bunch of us decided to go to a strip club, so we hopped into a party bus to Crazy Horse III. When Meggerz found out that
Domme Jayne and I had never been to a strip club before, she bought us both a lap dance from a hot blonde. It was simultaneously really hot and really awkward; neither of us knew what to do. “Can I grab her boobs? Where in her thong do I put money?” I don’t think anyone was sober enough to take pictures. Too bad for you.
Updates on Day 3 in Vegas coming soon.
xoxo
Princess Mabel