xxxxEven into my college years, I would encourage my girlfriends to dress in red latex and other fetish clothing. I did not want to forget or lose my fetishes, of which I had developed many. By this time I was in deep. There was no turning back. Even though I had no trouble attracting women, I kept my standards high. They had to be dominant. They had to be able to keep up with my fantasies and I selected only the most intelligent and beautiful women I could find. Several of them would mention that I should visit Bitch Island, that I would find my destiny there.

xxxxI thought they were joking, but they definitely were not. They knew all about that place and a few of them had told me that they were going there after graduation. These were women seeking real power and Bitch Island was the best place to learn and perfect the female dominant arts. I found those stories fascinating. To think I was on the cutting edge of this sexual revolution and still only a relative novice by their standards fascinated me to no end. With each passing year, I became more obsessed and more excited with each new experience. I felt compelled to share this knowledge with my novice dominatrices, most of which I had to train. A few of them already understood the fantasy fairly well, but I knew there were women out there who were truly advanced, far beyond anything I could imagine at this stage of my life.

xxxxI had been photographing my experiences with these women and had created several magazines and one book which were nearing publication. I felt a need to share this experience with the world. I actually had formed my own publishing company which one day would make me quite rich and allow me to pursue my obsession in grand style.