Bell rings, but Ms. Young tells you to wait.

As soon as my abuser finished to fuck me, the bell rang. The young mistresses, grabbed their stuff and rushed to the door. I somehow standed up, humiliated, I was sobbing. Ms. Young calls me to her desk, and I slowly go because of my pain in my ass.
"Tell me, boy slut, What is your name" she asks me, and I reply softly to her question "John, Doe, Mistress" "Who told you that I was your mistress?" I did not answered. "I think that you are naturally submissive, like all the boy sluts in this institution. Craving to get hummiliated to superior women like us. Am I wrong?"