What's Underneath

“This is your aunt Dahyun, you’ll be spending your summer with her.” Those were your mother’s words to you. She had explained it all before you left home. It would be good for you to spend time out in the country. The part you were a little more hesitant about was staying with Dahyun. The only information you got from your mother was that she wasn’t actually your aunt, just an old friend of hers. Mind you, you didn’t really ask questions. All you wanted was some fresh air, and it was provided.

You watch the landscape pass by slowly as the train comes to a halt. The doors slide open, and you’re greeted with the cool breeze. You feel a little relieved, tugging at your shirt. The lack of air conditioning on a train was now something you knew not to take for granted.

At the lonely stop, your eyes meet with a young woman’s. She stands up from the shaded bench, patting down the backside of her long skirt before waving to you. You raise your hand hesitantly and wave back. “Is she waving to me?” you ask yourself a moment too late. You turn around and notice you’re the only one who got off. “She can’t be Dahyun, it must be her daughter,” you think to yourself. She looked too…young, around your age. The young woman’s skin was pale and smooth, milky, almost like tofu. Flawless as far as you could tell. You take a step forward, hearing her light voice carry through the wind.

“I’m Dahyun, you must be Ha-Eun’s daughter.” She says, walking toward you, holding her straw hat as a gust of wind races across the station grounds.

“Y-yes, I am.” You’re a little shocked to find that the woman before you is Dahyun herself. She looks younger than you imagined, given how she looked in the pictures you were shown.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Dahyun says, giving a slight bow as she comes face-to-face with you. “Come, it’s going to get dark not too long from now.” Dahyun pats your shoulder, her hand moving to your back as she gently pushes forward. “I don’t live too far from here,” she adds as you begin the walk to your humble abode for the next few months. The two of you hold a small conversation as you make your way to her home. You wipe the sweat from your brow, pulling at your shirt as the heat gets to you. “I hope you didn’t pack heavy clothing, it’s hot out here this time of year. If you need to, you can borrow some of mine.” It was like Dahyun was reading your mind; the clothes you had brought were a little on the heavier side. You glance at Dahyun, the older woman, dressed conservatively. Prim and proper, but with a free spirit, was the best way you could figure out to describe it. You wouldn’t mind wearing Dahyun’s clothes; the long, colorful, floral skirt and cream blouse were a good look on her.

You’re thankful that the walk wasn’t much longer. Dahyun offers you a glass of water that you quickly accept. While you might not have looked like it, you were in desperate need of refreshments. Your legs were tired from the short walk, and you just needed to shower and get to bed. Dahyun, again, seemingly reading your mind, points you in the direction of the bathroom. “If you go down the hall and take the first door on the left, you’ll find the bathroom. Feel free to take a shower, and I’ll make you something to eat before bed.” You nod and gratefully accept her offer, then shower and eagerly eat the food she prepared. Dahyun talks to you about her experiences with your mother, the memories they shared, and what led to being called your aunt. Through it all, Dahyun looks at you lovingly, making passing mentions of the resemblance between you and your mother.

The next morning, you wake up and get out of bed, getting yourself ready for the day. Walking past the living room, you see Dahyun cleaning up. “Oh, you’re awake. Good morning,” You tell her.

Dahyun smiles at you, “I hope my cleaning didn’t wake you up.”

“No, not at all. Do you need any help?”

Dahyun pauses for a minute, “You can actually. I have a room down the hall on the right. It’s a storage room, if you could get started there, that would be great.” Dahyun looks around the floor and grabs a duster, extending it out towards you. “Here, just start dusting for now. I’ll be there in a moment to tell you what we’re going to be doing.” You nod and head off to her storage room, sliding the door open. Your eyes look around the small room as you consider where to start.

“I guess anywhere is good,” you say to yourself. You start dusting the boxes, your mind running in the background as you clean the area absent-mindedly. Then you spot something that catches your interest. A small box with your mother’s name on it. Curiosity taking hold of you, you open the box. Your heartbeat quickens and your eyes widen as you see what lies at the very top. You gulp. It was a picture of your mother. She was naked, her body sweaty, cum leaking out of her. Her eyes were half-lidded as her lips were wrapped around a strap-on. Another woman is in the picture, but you can’t see her face. All you can see is a black leather dominatrix outfit. Leather heels that went up just past the woman’s knees, a garter belt that hugged her thighs. A pair of long black gloves that perfectly matched the heels was worn, along with a cupless black bra. You can’t take your eyes off the picture, and you notice the piercing on your mother’s body. You’re only able to look away when Dahyun places her hand on your shoulder. You hadn’t even noticed her walk in.

“Ah, I see you found that,” Dahyun keeps a smile on her face. “It was our little secret, the relationship we were in. You see, we were…interested in more irregular things. Maybe we should clean up later. Let’s take a small break.” Dahyun pauses as she stares at you, “If you’d like to know more about what your mother and I got up to, you can come to my room later.” Dahyun grabs the picture from your hand and leaves the room. Your mind races about what you just saw, and you head back to your room.

“There’s no way, there’s just no way,” you say to yourself. Neither woman was the type to engage in that sort of stuff. Hours pass, and you’re still trapped with those thoughts in your head; you have to know more. You want to know. You get out of your room and walk over to Dahyun’s, pausing just in front of the door.

You can feel your heart beating out of your chest as you stand outside of Dahyun’s door. Your hands shake slightly. You gulp before opening the door, your eyes go wide as you see Dahyun. It was the same outfit as in the picture. Your eyes wander down Dahyun’s body. What she looked like now was in stark contrast to the image she projected in public. As your eyes go to her crotch, you spot the massive toy between her legs, her gloved hand stroking the shaft. You hear her laugh. “I knew you’d be interested.” As far as you could tell, it was about 8 inches long. You gulp again as Dahyun walks to you, the clicking of her heels on the floor growing louder until she is right in front of you. She gives you a smile, placing her hands on your shoulders. She tilts her head and pulls your hair back, making you gasp.

In the next instant, Dahyun presses her lips against yours. You freeze in place, and you feel Dahyun’s slick tongue pushing past your lips. Your body submits to her; you feel Dahyun’s hands at your sides, wandering along your body. The fake cock between her legs prods at you; you can’t help but think of what Dahyun is capable of, and the thought of it makes you wet. You’re out of breath by the time Dahyun ends the kiss. “Get on the bed,” she orders, her hand on your back. You do as you’re told without thinking. More than fear, you felt aroused. You shouldn’t, but in this moment, you were growing wet.

The next thing you know, you’re on your back with Dahyun’s hand under your skirt, her gloved fingers moving your panties to the side and tapping against your slit. You let out a little whimper. It makes Dahyun smile, “You know your mom did the same thing–always whining, begging.” Before you can fully process her words, Dahyun pushes two fingers into your cunt. It’s like electricity flowing through you. Your head shoots back as her skilled fingers find your G-spot in an instant. Her fingers curl inside you, your legs tense, and you purse your lips, trying to hold back your moans. “C’mon, let me hear you. Don’t try to fight it, enjoy yourself,” Dahyun whispers into your ear. Her palm rubs against your clit, forcing the moan out of you. “Such a good girl. Now tell me, do you like it like this?” Dahyun pulls her fingers out, using them instead to tease your lips, occasionally brushing against your clit. “Or do you prefer this?” Dahyun shifts her focus to your clit. She uses her legs to spread yours apart further as her fingers rub the hypersensitive nub. You cry out from the pleasure, your body shaking.

Dahyun presses her lips against yours once more, muffling your moans as she continues to play with you. “Don’t cum yet, we’re just getting started.” She says in a low voice, her fingers continuing to rub against your clit. You feel her faux cock rubbing against your thigh.

“P-please,” you mumble, the words leaving your mouth before you can process what you mean. Still, the act brings Dahyun more joy. She applies more pressure and shoves two fingers inside your sopping cunt, pushing you over the edge. You explode, your hips rocketing up as you cum. Your nectar shoots out of you; you were squirting. Dahyun was making you squirt for the first time in your life. The explosive orgasm has you seeing stars, your body tingling all over. You can barely feel as Dahyun pulls her fingers out of you.

The older woman unzips your skirt and pulls it down along with your soaked panties. As you begin to stir, you look between your legs to find the older woman rubbing her strap against your slit. You moan softly, watching as the large toy slips between your folds. Your eyes wander up and meet Dahyun’s. They show nothing but love. She leans in and nips at your neck, leaving small hickeys. “You’re all mine from now on, okay? You’re going to be my little sex slave, just like your mom was.” You’re almost okay with it. Dahyun’s gentle voice makes it sound like it was a gift to be given that position, and after your orgasm, your body certainly craves more. Before you can muster a response, you feel Dahyun’s strap push past your entrance, the thick silicone head pushing your walls apart. Your jaw drops, a moan escaping you as pleasure fills you once more.

Dahyun’s soft hands run down your sides and along your legs, getting under them. She presses them forward, raising them as she pushes more of her strap into you. It reaches new places inside you. Your eyes meet Dahyun’s again, her knowing smile tells you exactly what she’s thinking. She has you in the palm of her hand. Dahyun squeezes your legs as she pulls the strap out of you, dragging the length bit by bit. The slow process has you wanting more. “What do we say?” Dahyun asks, waiting with only the tip inside.

Your mind runs wild as you consider what she wants you to say. “Thank you? Please fuck me? Make me your sex slave?” All these phrases come to mind, in the end, you say what feels right: “M-make me yours.” You stutter with the words, but Dahyun loves your shy submission. She pierces you with her cock, ramming every single inch into you. Dahyun doesn’t waste a moment anymore, ramming her length in and out of you quickly.

You fill the bedroom with your moans. Dahyun gives you no breaks if you cum she keeps thrusting. “You’ll be my perfect little toy.” She tells you in a loving voice as her rough thrusts push the toy against your womb. Your mind becomes a mess of thoughts, mainly focused on the fact that this petite woman was driving you over the edge time and time again. It was addictive, and you were quickly losing your mind to the pleasure that rushed over you.

“M-more,” you mumble. Dahyun gets excited and asks you to repeat yourself, slowing her thrusts down. “More!” you repeat as she slows down even further. Your cunt ached; you craved more from this woman. “Harder, harder!” you whine. Dahyun pushes on your legs until you’re folded in half. She draws out her cock before ramming it back into you. You cry out, drool leaking from the corner of your mouth as Dahyun makes you hers. Each thrust breaks you as you cum again and again, covering yourself in your nectar. Dahyun pushes your legs to the side, letting them fall as she lifts your shirt over your chest.

“Such cute little nipples, can you imagine them with some piercings?” Dahyun teases, taking one in her mouth. You shudder as Dahyun’s warm tongue swirls around your nipple, then her teeth bite down on it. You let out a loud groan. It was music to Dahyun’s ears. She tugged on the sensitive nub and flooded your body with more pleasure than you’ve ever felt. Her hands gripped your waist tightly as she drove her cock into you relentlessly. Your mind was gone, the only thoughts inside your head being about the pleasure you felt, the craving for more. Your sweaty bodies press against each other. Dahyun’s thrusts begin to speed up again, and one of her hands slips behind your back. You wrap your legs around her waist, pushing her deeper into your core. Your jaw drops as you feel Dahyun slip a finger into the other hole. Your walls clamp down on Dahyun’s strap-on, your body tenses as you reach the peak once more. Dahyun’s cock rams into your womb as you cum.

Your eyes roll back as Dahyun claims your lips once more, “We’re only getting started. By the end of the summer, you won’t want to leave. You’ll be the perfect little toy you’re meant to be, right?” You nod your head, unable to form words in your current state. “You’re going to be my perfect little sex toy, every hole trained and ready to be used whenever I want. We’ll change this perfect body of yours until it’s exactly what I want my obedient little pet,” Dahyun giggles.

Summer was just starting, and somehow the future was already decided. The moment Dahyun pulled out of you, you felt empty. You wanted her to put it back in. Your hand moves on its own, reaching for the strap-on. The older woman smiles, knowing she’s already got you hooked. She stops your hand by grabbing your wrist. “A good pet knows when I’m going to stop.” Dahyun brushes her hair to the side. “Rest while you can, you’ll be here for a long time.” Dahyun takes off the strap-on and places it on a table by the door before leaving. Your fingers reach for your aching cunt. You were exhausted, yet your body craved more. Something was done to you; the chemistry in your brain changed. All you sought was pleasure at the hands of Dahyun. You would be her perfect pet.