Pinky

Your ditsy husky impailer happily scrolls through the pre set names, each time changing your avatar to correspond. Not your physical body, but everything else including your hair, outfits, and even bondage or piercings kept swapping with each name change.

The first auto name was bitch, probably a classic to many. It dressed you in all leather and metal, including binding your limbs in bent arm and leg sleeves along with a full face puppy hood. While she laughed at the irony, she said it wasn’t her aesthetic.

Another she hit as she scrolled was garbage. This one must be for the heavy humiliation group, as all your hair was removed, and instead covered in heavy piercings and tattoos. The piercings were mostly chained together, from the nose hook to the nipples, the belly button, and even one on the tip of your cock that secured a heavy metal chastity cage. The lack of any clothing also allowed full reading of all the tattoos (which you couldn’t read but were all humiliating and disparaging.) she quickly decided no on this one as well.

When the name selector got to Pinky, she happily jumped at how cute you were, and how well it went with your frilly pink collar. Your hair had turned to a pixie pink due, along with white and pink thigh high striped socks and arm sleeves. Each of your nipples were pierced with little but heavy silver rings that bounced and pulled with each movement. The rest of your outfit, if it could be called that, was a series of pink straps making a body harness that looked pretty but covered nothing important. Finally your cock was also now tightly locked away in an extremely tiny pink cage that you were leaking through. She held a key to it as well as to your collar, the little good it did as she was still knotted inside you and was wearing you as basically her cock sleeve.

“Ohh! This is perfect sir! Oh, I mean Pinky! Come on Pinky, let’s go for that walk!”

Off you went online, Pinky and no brain, pet and owner.