"You're sure?" Tia asked me.

I nodded. It was a lie. "You wanted this, I said I'd go along with it, and it seems fun." Another lie. My fingers nervously played with the silver charm around my neck, the snake eating its own tail that functioned both as an accessory and a hypnotic trigger for the two of us. "You didn't... um..." If I had it around my neck, that meant that Tia had used it last, and I didn't remember any hypnotic shenanigans last night or that morning. Me not remembering wasn't that much of a shock, really

She turned the key in the car we'd rented and shut off the engine. "Everything we discussed about this trip, we discussed while you were conscious." Which wasn't a denial, I noted, and also something I already knew, because that was how we worked when we were doing things that might have been even a little uncomfortable.

And this was a big one. I opened the door and put my sandaled feet on the hot pavement of the parking lot. It wasn't that crowded, despite the heat of the day; even in July, there weren't that many people at the beach on a Wednesday morning. Especially one so out of the way. We knew about it because we had stayed at the nearby campsite a few times, but we'd never come to the beach. I was never a fan of beaches; I preferred quiet, private, isolated spaces.

But there are some things that we do for the ones we love.

I got our little cooler out from the back seat while Tia got her backpack with our non-food supplies. "I'm sure it's gonna be fun."

Tia smiled at me across the hood of the car. "You're sweet to keep saying that. That's like the tenth time you've said it'll be fun, mostly without me prompting you." She smirked. "You're nervous."

"Well yeah, no shit!" The words burst out of me with a laugh. "I mean, you, you've had this perfect body as long as I've known you! Slender and athletic and... and you know! And there's me, all dumpy and chubby and short and—"

"Shush," she said, smiling. "You're perfect, shut up."

I lie, she lies. Still made me feel great to hear.

"Doesn't matter anyway," she continued. "It's not like everyone out there is going to have a great body. And it's not like anyone's going to see you in a bikini or something."

I flushed. That was true.

I knew that Tia had a perfect bright-red two-piece under her dark blue t-shirt and cutoff jeans. I'd helped her put it on that morning, since she couldn't do it herself with her hands tied behind her back. It had been a shame to cover that stunning shape, but...

But I was going to get to see it soon enough, anyway. And sometimes a little variety is a good thing.

A little variety, though, was what I was dreading.

We walked in silence, me carrying the cooler, Tia with her pack on her back, down the well-marked, wooded trail. The lake soon appeared before us, and the soft, sandy beach, and just as Tia had predicted, there were a handful of people there, all couples except for one trio, no kids. There were better places to take kids.

All of the other people there, sunbathing, swimming, chatting, just sitting the sand, everyone but us were completely naked.

I didn't stare. I put a lot of effort into not staring, because I was hoping that people were going to put the same effort into not staring at me.

Tia had been there before, had scouted the place out, and knew of a secluded corner where I would feel safe. And, I guess, she would, as well. She's more comfortable in her own skin than I am, but I'd never known her to really be an exhibitionist. Maybe this was a special thrill for her, or maybe she was exploring it the same way I was; we hadn't discussed it. All I knew was that this was something she wanted to do, and wanted me to do with her.

The ouroboros beat solidly against my chest. Which led me to wonder if she wanted me to hypnotize her, while we were naked, on the beach, with other people around... I started to hyperventilate a bit and steeled myself so I didn't turn right back around and head to the car.

Tia's hand slipped to the small of my back, and a comforting warmth flowed through me. "All good, love?" she half-whispered.

I swallowed. "Nervous," I admitted. "Shouldn't be."

"It's all okay, sweetie," Tia said, moving even closer. Her hand would be entwined with mine, but my hands were full with the cooler. "If you want to leave, just say the word."

I nodded. "I know. I think, uh, I bet if I didn't have the option..."

"If you didn't have the option to go, you wouldn't have the strength to be here in the first place, I know. Paradox of freedom, right?"

"Also I wanna do this for you."

"I know. Would it help if—"

I can only assume it did, because when I woke up, we were already in a little quiet space, a little up from the water but still on the sand, covered by a large rock on one side and by trees on the other two. I continued the action that I had started in trance and put the cooler down on the ground. Tia was spreading a decent-sized blanket on the sand, having hung our backpack on a solid branch.

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of that," she said, smoothing out a corner.

"Yeah, uh, me neither," I replied, my cheeks flaming.

She moved to the pack. "C'mere, you." She held up a little squirt bottle. "If I don't cover you in lotion you'll burn from head to toe. Especially here."

Especially here, because I'm going to be naked, I thought, and couldn't help shaking a little as I walked over. "Should I...?" I started, but I really didn't know how to ask.

"You should just stand there and let me rub lotion on the back of your neck," Tia said. I turned around obediently, heard the noise of the bottle unleashing its contents, and then felt a cold touch at the base of my skull. "This should help."

"It's under my hair."

"You think you can't burn there? Besides, that's not all it'll help with."

I blinked. "Wh-what do you mean?" I felt a little odd.

"Turn," she said, and I did, facing her. She put more of the substance on her hands and started smearing it on the little bit of my chest that was exposed.

"You really don't... uh, I mean, I could..."

"You could, but you're going to let me." She started rubbing the lotion into my cheeks and forehead.

"I am, yeah," I said. There was a familiar dizziness. I chalked it up to leftovers of the suggestion that got me to the site. "Should I... want me to do you after?"

She giggled at my phrasing, but didn't answer me. "Okay sweetie, shirt off, I'll get your arms and shoulders."

I obediently pulled my shirt over my head, revealing my full white bra. I blinked a couple times. My mind seemed to be settling. "Mistress?" I said. I don't usually call Tia that. And I had tried to call her by her name, but for some reason in that moment I couldn't think of her name.

She giggled, starting to smear the cream on my stomach. "Doing okay, Pel?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said, bowing my head as was appropriate. "Thank you." Then I looked up. "What's... going on?"

She wiped the last of the lotion on my chest, then held the bottle up to me. There it was, printed in big letters: 60 SPF subscreen.

"Subscreen?" I asked, unable to suppress a giggle. "Seriously?"

She motioned with a finger and I turned around, and I felt Her hands on my back. It was dumb. It was ridiculous.

It was working.

Her hands undid my bra, and started spreading the cream where the strap had been. My undergarment fell to the ground, unnecessary. If She wanted me topless, then I would be topless. She had me turn again and started spreading the lotion on my breasts and even under where the ouroboros charm sat.

She lifted her left eyebrow.

Without hesitation, I stripped off my skirt and panties and stood there, naked except for my sandals. My sandals which I knew would not be coming off. If I took off my sandals, then Mistress might fall under the spell of the ouroboros charm and that was against Her wishes.

Her hands were all over my hips, my legs, my ass. It was strange seeing Her on Her knees, caring for me, but it was temporary. She just wanted to make sure that my entire body was protected by Her subscreen. And sure enough, the moment She was done, She returned the bottle to the backpack and brought out another, more normal-looking bottle, bringing it back to the blanket.

"Undress me, Pel."

I bowed my head. "Yes, Mistress," I replied. I sank to my knees and started by unlacing Her sandals, helping her step out of them and onto Her blanket. Still on my knees, I pulled down her cutoff shorts, my hands sliding along Her beautiful, perfect dark skin until Her jeans were limp and lifeless on the ground. Next were the bright red bikini bottoms I had helped Her pick out and put on that morning. I reached up, and she touched my head. I stopped.

"All clear," She said.

And I didn't know what She meant, but also I did, leaning close and taking the top of the bikini in my teeth, breathing in the scent of Her sex as I slowly drew the swimwear down with my mouth, my eyes pulled briefly to the beauty of her freshly-shaved pussy on my way to the ground, ending with my face on the blanket, my mouth still on Her sweaty-glorious clothing.

I lifted myself from the blanket and my eyes up to Hers, still on my knees. Without a word, She held the bottle of sunblock to me, and I took it, smearing it liberally on Her feet and legs before She turned, finally stepping out of Her jeans and bikini as she did so, giving me access to the back of her legs and her bottom, which also needed lotion on them.

"Rise," She said as I finished, and I got to my feet, still standing behind Her. She lifted Her arms, and I pulled Her t-shirt over Her head, then removed Her bikini top. I paused as She lay down on the blanket, on Her back, and then knelt beside Her, my hands working the lotion into Her taut belly, Her sides, Her pert breasts, Her chest and arms and neck and even Her face until it was time for Her to turn over so I could do the same for Her back and shoulders.

And then She lay there, on her front, in the sun, naked, and I knelt beside Her, waiting. I lost track of time. It might have been a moment, or minutes, or an hour, that we were there like that. If my mind wasn't needed, it would be silent until She called for it.

"Pel?" She muttered.

"Yes Mistress?" I asked, snapping back to reality.

"Put the sunscreen away."

"Yes Mistress." I hopped to my feet, walked to the pack, put the bottle away. There may have been other people around. Or maybe not. I wasn't focused on anyone but Mistress. There might have been an assembled crowd of thousands nearby all focused on me—well, no, I probably would have noticed that, but it felt like I wouldn't have. I got back on my knees, and again, my mind shut off for a bit.

And then Mistress and I were walking hand-in-hand to the water. She had me remove my necklace, so it wouldn't get lost, and my sandals, so they wouldn't get wet, and then, in for a swim. There were other people in the water. I didn't see them. I knew they were there, but they didn't deserve my attention. Mistress had insisted on that... sometime... I didn't worry about when. I just enjoyed myself in the water, had fun splashing with Mistress, and then made our way back to the blanket.

And that's when I woke up.

"Doing good, hon?" Tia asked me, smirking.

I flushed. I looked around. There were other people around, couples and groups, not a lot, no one nearby. Everyone was naked. The noon sun was warm. I was wet. In more ways than one.

No one was paying any attention to me. Everyone was just... part of their own group, living their own lives. Nakedly. Casually.

"I... think I am," I replied, still a bit hesitant.

Her hand slipped into mine. "What are your thoughts?"

I took a breath. "I... wouldn't have done this without you. And I maybe could have done it without your hypnosis but it made it a lot easier, a lot more comfortable."

She snuggled close, and I could feel her body pressing against mine in some very sexy ways. "I told you, no one would notice a couple more naked dykes having an ordinary day on a nude beach."

I turned to her, and she to me, and the two of us kissed deeply and at length. Being in public, even if naked in public, we kept things mostly relaxed, but it was still a new, exciting thrill. No one was looking, but someone might be at any time, and the kiss was... well, it was a lot like our first normal kiss in public. There was an element of danger that I found very exciting, although this was a very different danger, a very different sort of judgment that was on my mind, and one that was a lot less dire even if it was no less thrilling.

We parted. I smiled. She smiled.

"I guess I should put my sandals on," I said, "before I put the charm back on."

She grinned mischievously. "Or don't, and have your very own naked hypno-servant for the afternoon..."

I considered her offer, very, very thoroughly, before making my decision.