Walking over to the door and attempting to open it, you are only mildly surprised to find it locked. With your tail swishing back and forth in frustration, you turn and look around the room, trying to find something which might be used to jimmy the lock.
"No, no, no, you'll never get out that way," a sultry female voice intones from nowhere in particular, scaring you out of your wits. Turning and surveying the darkened corners of the room, you see nothing out of the ordinary. A chuckle sounds around you, before the disembodied voice continues. "If you want to go out into the rest of the house, you need to earn the privilege, darling. Now, be a good girl and put on your collar, and I'll open the door."
Not having the first clue what the non-corporeal orator is talking about, you stand there dumbly. It is only after a moment that you look back to where your clothes had been sitting on the floor and spy the collar with the little bell on it which you had previously disregarded. The idea of wearing a collar strikes you as humiliating, but you're pretty sure that nobody will see you in it and figure that once you're through the door you can just take it off again. Picking it up causes the bell to jingle, and you roll your eyes in contempt. Looking the piece over, you find that it's just a simple leather collar with a little latch for opening and closing it, with no other adornment than the bell.
Deciding that you have nothing to lose, you unhook the latch and place the collar around your neck. As soon as you close the latch, it emits a loud click. Wanting to be sure you can take the collar off again, you feel around for the release, but you suddenly find that the latch is no longer there! Growling in anger as you feebly tug at the collar, you miss the sound of the door opening behind you. The first indication that you are not alone comes from an arm encircling your waist and a hand gently stoking at your ears.
"Lovely. You and I are going to have such fun together, my sweet little pet," the voice which earlier had surrounded you purrs. You struggle against the grip of your captor, but find that the stroking of your furry ears is sending unfamiliar waves of pleasure through your body. The arm which encircles your waist slides backward and a firm stroking begins at the base of your tail. Some part of you wants to fight, but whatever part that would be finds itself losing the battle with the pleasure center of your brain. While the caressing of your ears is simply creating a strange and pleasant warmth throughout your body, the hand sliding back and forth along you tail sends a far more direct and erotic form of pleasure shooting through you. In the end, you stop fighting entirely and merely allow yourself to be handled by the woman behind you. As the petting of your newly-furred bits continues, you find yourself being guided to the bed, and upon reaching it you are gently pushed down onto all fours. Following suit, your captor presses herself against your back and reaches around to fondle your breasts through the teddy. A loud thrum bubbles up from your throat, and you realize that you've begun to purr, though the revelation doesn't disturb you as much as you would've anticipated.
"Now pet, I'd say it's time you started giving as good as you've gotten so far," the woman says as she pulls away from you. Finding yourself in the general neighborhood of a greatly needed orgasmic release, you whimper at the loss of contact and shift around to face your tormentor.