The one getting walked gets the collar

You try to form a sentence, but her constant walking and bouncing leaves you s whimpering mess impaled on her cock. “No answer? Well… I guess if you’re on my cock, I’m walking you, right? And if I’m walking you, you should be the one leashed. Yep! That makes sense!” She says happily.

You are spending so much energy just staying conscious on her massive knitted cock you can’t stop her from locking the pink collar around your throat. When it locks, a screen appears for her.

• New pet collared! You may now rename your pet, and customize any basic features you’d like.

“Ohh! Look sir, it says you are my pet! Oh, and I get to name you? That’s awesome!” She happily jumps up and down, fucking you even harder as your eyes roll back. Maybe if you could focus you could figure a way out… but you simply can’t. The puppy girl starts spouting out names for her new pet she might choose, even scrolling through some preset ones, saying you’ll have to have a proper name before we can go for a walk.