In a cage, naked

You come to, head throbbing like the worst hangover ever. Opening your eyes you can see that you’re in a dog cage barely big enough to sit upright in, with a padded mat underneath you so you’re not too uncomfortable.

The next thing you notice is a complete lack of clothing and a cold weight around your neck that feels like a metal collar. Feeling a distinct lack of hair between your legs you look down to see that all your leg, armpit, and pubic hair had been shaved smooth leaving you even more exposed than usual.

Panicking a bit you start to look around, discovering that your cage is in a similar looking master bedroom, only this bedroom is somehow more extravagant than the one Kyle had shown you. Paintings of nude men and women lined the walls; some of them simply posing solo, others in the throes of pleasure with another person or even a group of people. Your cage, you see, is next to a four poster California King bed that takes up the center of the room. On another wall is a projector screen that is currently blank.

You begin to wonder whose room this is before you hear footsteps approaching the closed door to the room.