Try and leave the shower

Mustering some courage I mutter..."Miss Erickson, this can't be right, certainly not with a teacher."

I press away from her and start to walk towards the exit of the shower. Before getting two feet away a strong hand grabs my wrist.

"Where do you think your going little one?" The strength of the grip is suprising, as well as the commanding voice. I turn and look at the intense gaze of Miss Erikson.

"I should go, ma'am."

"I will tell you when you can go Silverman" She intones as she pulls me back towards the wall and stands directly in front of me with her body touching mine. The spray of the shower is still hitting both of us. Her large breasts seem to have swelled and I feel the press of her nipples on the sensitive skin of my breasts.

Trying to make sense of what is happening...could this be the faceless dominator ... dominatrix? The tingle and warmth I am feeling tells me that I don't want this to stop. Still something is nagging at how wrong this is supposed to be.

One of Erickson's hands is sliding down the small of my back while the other still holds my wrist. The roaming hand slides down the center of my ass, the middle finger coming ever so close to my anus. Her breasts still press hard into me and her face is directly in front of me, her eyes piercing yours.

I look away, uncomfortable with the gaze. Her roaming hand comes up and grabs my chin.

"Don't look away from me again."

I comply with her demand. Staring back at her as her hand now slides in between our two pressed bodies. The nagging feeling that this might be wrong is almost gone....