It was soon obvious to Robert Harlow that there was more to Langley's than met the eye. He had come to stay at the nature cure center in an effort to get his weight down, but it was apparent that the majority of the other guests were having so many 'extras' at meal times that they might just as well have been staying at the Savoy.

Harlow wasn't the kind of man to make friends easily and it might have been this that soon made him feel that he was something of an outsider. He had barely exchanged half a dozen words with any of the other guests by the end of the first week.

It was when Janet spoke to him that he first learned that everything wasn't what it seemed at Langley's. She was a tall dark girl with an attractive figure. Robert felt flattered by her attention but he thought it very unlikely that she wanted to do more than have a chat with him. He quickly found she had other motives for pursuing him.

Meeting with Janet

They met one lunch-time when Janet came in late and found that two new guests had taken the small table near the window she generally sat at. She looked round in the hope that another table might be free but soon saw that she would have to sit with somebody else. As she glanced round the room Robert happened to catch her eye and when her eyes widened as if to ask whether she would be welcome at his table, Harlow at once got to his feet and drew out the chair facing him.

'That's very kind of you,' said Janet as she approached his table. 'I hope you don't mind, but my own table seems to have been taken by two newcomers.'

'It's a pleasure,' said Harlow. 'Make yourself at home.' And, then, after a short pause he added: 'By the way I'm Robert Harlow, a publisher.'

'Glad to meet you Mr. Harlow,' said the dark-haired girl. 'My name's Janet -Janet Walker. I'm a secretary. And if you're a publisher we have something in common. I work for a newspaper.'

'Oh, good, that's excellent. I hope it's one of the more serious ones,' Harlow laughed.

'The Daily Times,' answered Janet, her voice indicating that she was fairly sure Harlow would approve.

'Oh, yes, indeed. Take it myself. Well, you'll know my firm, no doubt, Hall and Mannin, not very far from your own office.'

'Of course.

'But we mustn't talk shop too much, my dear. I'm really here to get away from it all for a week or two and, with a bit of luck, to get some weight off.'

'Really? Well, you don't look overweight, Mr. Harlow. But I think it does one good here. I suppose it's because drink is limited and the food is at least healthy - that's if you don't order too many of the extras.' She nodded to a nearby table.

'Yes,' commented Harlow. 'It really is strange the way some of them are tucking in. They might as well stay in one of the best hotels, don't you think?'

'Maybe,' said Janet, 'but I think there are various other reasons for coming here if you know what I mean.'

'No, quite frankly I don't, but I'd wondered. I suppose I'm a little naive about these things,' he said smiling into her enigmatic brown eyes.

'Come Mr. Harlow, you a member of a famous publishing firm and you don't know about Langley's?' she chided.

'No, honestly, Miss Walker. I just don't. Are you willing to enlighten me?'

Janet raised her eyebrows. 'Well, Mr. Harlow, it's a funny thing that I should have to tell you about such things but - and here she leant forward - 'Langley's is sometimes referred to as the sex clinic. I'm sure you knew.'

Good heavens, is that so? No, I'd no idea. Well, that does make things a little more interesting,' remarked Harlow, surveying Miss Walker somewhat critically. 'Then, may I ask?'

'Ask me why I'm here?' Janet laughed. 'Well, of course. To tell you the truth Mr. Harlow,' and again she leant forward, lowering her voice, 'I'm doing a bit of investigative journalism for my paper.'

'I see. Well, have you found out anything yet?' Harlow was now distinctly curious.

'Not a lot. There's quite a lot going on, of that I'm sure. But I've already decided that if I'm to get anywhere I'll have to take up with someone in the know, or make it clear that I'm not unwilling to let myself go a bit.'

Harlow was thinking quickly. He would very much like to get to know the girl better and if she wanted a partner he would be very happy indeed to take on that role. He could hardly believe he would have such good fortune, but it did seem that Janet, like himself, was a bit of an outsider as far as Langley's was concerned.

'If there's anything I can do to help, Miss Walker, you know I'd be delighted. But don't let me foist myself onto you if you think there are better ways of getting what you want.'

'Do you know, Mr. Harlow, I was just thinking that my job would be much easier if I had a kind of male escort or partner, call it what you will. I'd like your help very much. It might be better if we didn't make it too obvious just in case they prefer to admit 'singles' to the inner circle, but on the whole I'm pretty sure that we'd be much more likely to find out things if we co-operated.'

Have You Any Ideas?

'I'll be very happy to do so, Miss Walker. Where do we begin? Have you any ideas?'

'I think I have. 'I've got to know one or two people and a couple called Morrison, John and Betty Morrison, rather hinted at something when I saw them at tennis this morning. They asked me to their rooms this evening. I don't see why we shouldn't go together. It might strengthen my hand. But we'll soon know when we get there. Are you willing to come with me?'

'Of course, I'd like it very much. I think we'd better pretend we met once before somewhere, don't you think?'

'Yes, I think you may be right. Then I'll see you at seven o'clock. They asked me up there for a drink before dinner. See you in the hall at seven.'

Dominated by Betty

John and Betty Morrison were a somewhat unusual couple: for one thing it was immediately obvious to Harlow that Betty, a large-breasted blonde who showed an unusual amount of thigh, completely dominated her husband. Nor did she make much effort to hide the fact.

'Come in, Janet,' said Betty as they arrived at the two rooms they had had assigned to them. 'Ah, I see you've brought a friend.'

'Yes, this is Robert Harlow,' said Janet, introducing him.

'Hello, Mr. Harlow,' smiled Betty, but it was a hard, appraising smile and he knew that she had weighed him up in a matter of seconds.

Mr. Morrison was a small man and he seemed to take the lead from his wife most of the time, leaving it to her to take all the initiatives. Harlow wondered what on earth Janet could see in either of them, but he was prepared to go along with her if it would help her 'investigation' and if it meant that he would get to know Janet herself more intimately. Not only that, he was rather curious about Langley's and if Janet was right about the Morrison's he might well learn something.

It was not long before Betty took the conversation in what appeared to Harlow a possibly fruitful direction.

'We've been here before, of course,' said Betty,' and we find it exhilarating. I think we learn more about ourselves each time we come. John, for instance, wouldn't ever have found out about himself if he had never come here, would you. darling?'

'No, that's true,' answered Morrison meekly.

'Found out about himself?' queried Janet, jumping at the opportunity of finding out more.

'Yes. He never really knew how much of a masochist he was until Dr. Langley pointed it out and gave him the chance to discover his true sexual role. Now our relationship is a very compatible one. I think perhaps my only regret is that I haven't got two husbands as I have enough domination in me for two men. With that she gave Harlow a bold, almost brazen look.

'How did Dr. Langley give your husband his chance to find out about his role as you put it?' Janet pressed her.

'Oh, he had various sessions with him and one or two of his assistants. It was Miss Henderson who really took my husband in hand, wasn't it darling?'

'Yes,' said the almost silent Morrison. 'Yes, I soon knew that I was really looking to be completely dominated. I suppose I had known before but Betty had felt rather ambivalent about us. In her heart she knew what I was really like but she herself hadn't fully accepted her own role, It was Dr. Langley that saved us.'

Harlow was staggered at the way they were admitting the nature of their relationship and even more amazed that they had had to come to Langley's to find out about themselves. He supposed he was rather out of touch with what went on these days for it didn't seem to surprise his new-found friend Janet.

'So you are quite open about your relationship?' asked Janet. 'I mean you live your lives that way, your husband assuming the passive role, you the active one, is that it?'

Dressed as a Maidservant

'Quite right, Miss Walker,' laughed Betty. 'We rarely live our lives any other way. Of course there are occasions for formal and social reasons when we have to forgo our feelings and desires but in the main we behave together as we really want to. My husband always dresses as a maidservant when we are at home and I more or less treat him as a slave.'

This came as another shock to Harlow who had never really done more than read about such things. But he felt a faint quiver of excitement as he tried to imagine Betty using her husband. He could almost understand that it wouldn't be such an awful thing to be dominated by such a woman as long as it wasn't carried too far.

Could you be Dominated?

Betty must have read his thoughts for after a brief pause in the conversation she said: 'Well, Mr. Harlow could you see yourself being dominated by a woman?'

'Good heavens no,' lied Harlow. 'I don't think that's really my scene. Not that I've ever really thought about it.'

'Well, don't be too sure, Mr. Harlow. You may well find that you're not living your life in accordance with your true nature. You ought to have a few chats with Dr. Langley, you know.'

'Perhaps I will,' he laughed, trying to get away from the subject of himself. 'How did your husband really find out that he wanted to be to be dominated?'

'Oh, it doesn't take long for a man to find himself if her puts himself in the hands of Dr. Langley and Miss Henderson. Miss Henderson soon had my husband almost eating out of her hand and then after a few hours he was ready to submit to her merest whims completely. I think it was when she gave him an enema that he really knew how much he longed to be submissive.'

Enema Therapy

'Gave him an enema?' echoed Janet.

'Yes. An enema often tells one a lot about oneself. It's one of the things to which Dr Langley attaches a great deal of importance.'

'I wish you'd explain,' ventured Harlow. He had never heard of anyone having an enema except for medical reasons, like a woman having one before childbirth.

'I'll do my best,' said Betty, 'but you ought to see Dr. Langley. Anyway an enema is a good thing for purely cleansing purposes and you should have one.

'Perhaps I will,' agreed Harlow. 'But please go on.

'Well, I think there are three main reactions to an enema. Probably most people, quite insensitive to such things, react with indifference, but a minority -more sensitive people - either find them almost painful or they find them exhilarating, even exciting. Do you follow me so far?'

'Yes, I think we do,' said Janet, speaking also for Harlow.

'Good. Now those who find them painful can be sub-divided into two groups. Those who like the pain and those who don't. My husband liked the pain, you see. Now among those who find an enema quite pleasant there are some people who actually find them sexually rousing. One woman who was here last year used to get an orgasm every time she had an enema, and it was an orgasm of an intensity she had never known through intercourse with her husband. Now do you see?'

Both Janet and Harlow, after giving a somewhat perfunctory nod, were silent. Harlow had to think about what she had said for it was the first time he had ever heard about the erotic effects of an enema.

Janet thought her investigations were going quite well though she didn't see that so far there was much that would interest her newspaper. However, she was learning about life and that was a subject that always captured her interest. Her immediate response to what she had heard was that it was high time in her life that she experienced what it was like to have an enema. She always liked to go through things at first hand before she wrote about them and she could already see herself doing an article on the subject. She might call it the 'Cult of the Enema'.

Betty was still looking at them for their comments on what she had told them. 'Well?' she asked them when they both remained silent.

'Well, indeed,' was Janet's response. 'I suppose I ought to have an enema myself so that I can find out which category I come under.'

Harlow noticed the gleam in Betty's eyes before she spoke.

'I'd be very happy to give you one myself, dear,' she said, her voice mellifluous and reassuring. Harlow could see her dominating the girl and enjoying administering an enema.

'All right, I'm game,' said Janet. 'Anything that I haven't tried before. Where? When?'

'Now,' said Betty. 'There's an enema room downstairs and there's no objection to guests using it. I'd enjoy acquainting you with the subject, my dear. We should get through by eight o'clock'.

'Right. Let's go there now,' said Janet, eager for such a new and novel experience.

They all got to their feet and Betty led the way downstairs.

Harlow realized that he wasn't wanted and he saw that John Morrison wasn't eager to accompany the woman. When they got to the bottom of the stairs he nodded in John's direction. 'I think we'll leave them to it, shall we?'

John gave an affirmative nod and the two men went off in the direction of the garden.

'Now, my dear, let's see what kind of woman you are" said an eager Betty.

The Enema Room

The enema room was simply furnished, almost clinically. There was a low bed in the middle of the room and a stand beside it, fitted with an enema can from which ran a rubber tube, at the end of which was a torpedo-shaped nozzle. On one side of the room there was a porcelain sink fitted with hot and cold water. Various other items that reminded Janet of her last visit to her local health center were neatly arranged on shelves at one side of the sink.

'Well, my dear, I want you to undress first,' said Betty.

Janet guessed the large-breasted woman was more than eager to see her naked for her dominating temperament could just as easily be focused on a woman as on a man. She might also have lesbian tendencies, decided Janet.

The young girl began to undress, still quite ready to go through with whatever was required of her. She did so in the knowledge that she had an almost perfect body that was more than likely to appeal to Betty. he unzipped her frock and stepping out of it Betty saw a tall, shapely body, already naked except for her mauve bra and panties, and her elegant shoes. It was the kind of girlish body that strongly appealed to Betty and she felt a growing eagerness to be in a position where she could get her hands on it.

Janet hesitated for a moment and then, first kicking off her shoes, she started to push her tights down her legs. When she had drawn them from her feet she then removed her knickers.

Betty took a deep breath at the girl's loveliness, especially her shapely legs and plump feminine bottom. She waited with mounting curiosity and interest as Janet took off her bra to reveal her white breasts, firm and shapely.

'You've got a beautiful body, my dear,' said Betty moving towards her and placing a hand on her shoulder.

'Have I?' said Janet, mildly flattered but beginning to wonder whether she had been right to come with Betty who was quite obviously taken up with her sexually.

'Yes, indeed. I've never seen such a perfect body, my dear,' added Betty. Then to Janet's amazement she bent over and kissed her on her lips.

The girl didn't respond but Betty didn't press matters any further.

'There,' she said. 'Now we can get on with the enema. I want you to lie on the bed on your left side, darling.'

Janet saw that the bed was covered with a rubber sheet. She made her way to it and lay down on her left side.

'Relax your body, darling,' said Betty. 'That's it. Now flex your right leg.'

Janet did as Betty told her and then the large woman came over and pushed her right leg slightly farther forward so that Janet's anus was fully exposed.

'Right,' said Betty, briefly touching the girl's attractive buttocks. 'I'll get things ready. Just lie still and, as I said, relax as much as possible.'

Janet wondered what was going to happen next but always ready to go through with things in the interests of new experience she relaxed. She wanted to give herself to the novelty of an enema - it might turn out to be something quite out of the ordinary.

Betty quickly undressed down to her bra, suspender-belt, panties and stockings. Then she went to the sink and began to prepare the enema.

She filed the can with the warm water, into which she had squeezed a small amount of liquid soup, and then attached it to the metal stand. She then moved the stand back to the side of the bed where Janet was laying. The sight of Janet's prone body had an immediate effect on Betty. Instead of going ahead with the enema she knelt at the girl's back and stroked her uppermost buttock, using the excuse that she wanted to be sure that she had relaxed completely.

'I want you to be completely relaxed, my dear,' she said as her hand moved over the luscious buttocks and the upper part of her right thigh. 'Relax, my dear,' she intoned, her fingers moving into Janet's cleft. 'I want you to lean very slightly forward and your right leg should be bent a little more.'

Janet bent her leg a little further so that she completely exposed her anus as well as much of her pudenda. As soon as she had done so Betty took a small tube of lubricant, squeezed a little on her fingers and then began to apply it to the girl's anus. At first she merely rubber it round the area but after a few seconds she pushed her index finger into the small orifice, at first no more than a millimeter or two, but in the end as far as the sphincter.

'Does that hurt at all, my dear?' she inquired.

'No, that's all right,' said Janet wondering why Betty had to finger her anus.