C)Order Three Hundred and Forty to masturbate while you watch.

“How about we get you back up here?” You ask.

Though it’s not really a question, a suggestion maybe?

You’re telling her, that is more accurate.

Pushing her up onto the latrine, she’s so light, trembling slighting. Your paws are on her body, helping her up, helping her legs spread apart.

Forcing is a better word, as this isn’t helping, helping would be assisting in something she wanted. This isn’t something she seems to want, it’s something you want. It’s something she doesn’t have a choice in. You want her legs to be spread, you want to be able to see her genitals. The dark coloured flesh of her thick canine vulva.

You’re enjoying this a bit too much?

Is that wrong?

You’re enjoying it, is there anything wrong with enjoying yourself? You’re so very dressed and tall looming over this tiny dog slave. This tiny dog slave who is so naked and small.

You’re in charge and that's fun? You’re having fun?

It’s erotic?

Much more erotic than what Three Hundred and Forty herself suggested. As well, her suggestion wasn’t very fun at all. Although it did add something just to ask for it? To throw it aside for your own clearly superior idea?

A superior idea which starts with getting her sat back upon the latrine.

“I’d like for you to masturbate for me, three forty,” is what you’ve decided to order her to do.

“I don’t-”

“You do masturbate for yourself on occasion, don’t you Three Forty?” You interrupt.

Because you’re being all authoritative and in control. Condescending? Yes, you’re playing around with her, belittling her. It’s a lot of fun.

Sex is so weird.

This is sex? Kind of in it’s own way. Two individuals performing erotic acts, being aroused. At least, you’re aroused, and Three Hundred and Forty will be performing erotic acts.

She confirms that she masturbates with a nod.

Poor little thing is getting quite uncomfortable? Uncomfortable isn’t a fun way to describe it, flustered? That’s fun. Less rape-like.

“I’d like to watch,” you tell her.

“...Y-yes my Bett-tter.”