The Immodest Collection: Stories of Exposure and Shame Volume 3

By J.C. Parker

The Immodest Collection is back with three brand spanking new tales of erotic humiliation. Each story follows the kinky journey of three different women whose exposure leaves them blushing from head to toe. A must-have for anyone who craves more embarrassed-naked-female (ENF) stories!

Shannon has a wild side, one she embodies when she wears her leopard print onesie. Her partner, Dani, takes her on a camping trip, letting her run free in the great outdoors. The catch: Dani gets to hunt Shannon, putting her dignity on the line when Dani threatens to remove her spots if she is caught.

University professor, Dr. Martin keeps her kinky lifestyle private. As a Domme, she rigorously protects the privacy of her subs. When a fame-hungry vlogger blackmails her, Dr. Martin must relinquish control. Submission sits poorly on her shoulders, so when she gains the upper hand, she wastes no time showing the vlogger the true meaning of humiliation.

Bri took up pole dancing on a whim, but stayed for the hot instructor, KC. A year later, she spends her free time fantasizing about what KC’s strong arms could do to her. But at Bri’s summer party, it’s her pet, Lana, who breaks the ice by revealing a kinky secret that leaves Bri feeling mortified in front of her guests and worst of all, her crush.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.C. Parker
• Release date: Jun 20, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005040468

J.C. Parker

J.C. Parker is an Asian American from Michigan who has been honing their craft for two years writing erotica primarily focused on the embarrassed nude female (ENF) and embarrassed underwear females (EUF) genres. J.C. has a doctorate in psychology and enjoys exploring the collaboration between the mind and body in sex. They also like to think about new unique forms of humiliation to incorporate into their stories.

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The Immodest Collection

Stories of Exposure and Shame

Volume 3

By J.C. Parker

Copyright J.C. Parker

All rights reserved. No Material from this book may be reproduced in any form whatsoever without prior written consent from the author.

Cover artwork by Dawné Dominique

DusktilDawn Designs

www.dusktildawndesigns.com

This book contains mature content and is intended for adults only. All characters portrayed in the stories are over the age of 18.

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Pelt

Dani parks the truck several feet away from the picnic table and metal fire pit located within our camping spot. I unbuckle my seatbelt before they turn off the engine. What’s the hurry? they ask.

I just need to get out of this truck. I open the door and hop out, stretching my arms over my head, I can’t sit still for that long.

You’ve been tied to the bed! Dani laughs as they get out.

Not for four hours. I yawn.

Dani circles to the back to the bed of the truck, grabbing my bag and tossing it next to my feet. Go ahead and unpack.

Don’t you want to make the tent first? I kneel down to unzip my duffel bag and stare at a leopard print pattern over my clothes. I grin and call back, You packed my onesie?

They nod, brushing their front bangs from their black bowl cut out of their eyes, pointing to the bag, Look what’s under it.

I’m rejuvenated from our long drive as I pull my favorite outfit out of the bag. I almost fall backward when I see a shining metal object attached to a fake leopard tail. The narrow, rounded tip of the silver plug expands into a wide tear-drop shape. I grab it by the base and run my thumb and index finger along the smooth surface. It’s warm and fills my entire palm. I bite my lower lip, hunching down on my legs. I’m not even wearing my onesie yet, I want to pounce on Dani and wrap my legs around them. I thought we were just camping this weekend.

We are. Dani says as they grab the tent bag.

I smile to mask my anxiety when they give me short answers, What’s the catch?

Funny you should ask. Dani walks up to me until their chest level with my eyes. I want a rematch.

I scoff, You’re still sore about the trail? Annoyed, my fingers curl and I press my nails into Dani’s chest, so hard I can feel the bandages underneath v-neck shirt, It’s not my fault your cardio isn’t as good as- Their hands grip my wrists, hard to keep my nails from pushing in to draw blood.

Dani waits for me to look into their bright blue eyes before speaking, That was 5k Marathon-Shannon. I want a rematch with Wild Shannon.

I feel a scratching in my throat as my chuckle comes out in a growl, I thought I wasn’t allowed to be wild because of your soft limits.

They’re soft for a reason. Dani eyes my nails, But racing you felt like chasing you, and that reminded me of hunting. Dani leans closer, If I’m going to chase you, I want to know I’m in danger.

What danger? I turn my head, drawing out the last syllable in a humming sound.

I’m willing to relax our rules about biting and scratching.

My vacation hasn’t started and I’m already giddy at the chance to play in my leopard skin. In addition, I get to do something I’ve never been able to do, use my teeth and claws. I’m game.

You sure? Dani’s eyebrow raises, What I want to do goes against your soft limit.

I lower back onto my heels and my smile disappears. Prior to today, I’m what Fetlife would have described as kinky Just in the Bedroom. As a personal trainer, I’m the one who tells people what to do. I’m not used to relinquishing control. Anything Dani has done to me, stripping, tying, spanking, fucking, has been behind the comfort of closed doors and drawn shades. It is the only way I could get comfortable letting my submissive side out. Thinking about doing something outside makes me sweat. So, soft limit vs soft limit?

Dani winks, Your running skills against my hunting skills. If I can’t catch you, then you get to do what you want to me. If I do catch you. Dani squeezes harder on my wrists, I get to do what I want.

My eyes wander while my mind calculates the probability of losing. I think back to every time we have hiked, every time we race, I always sprint laps around Dani. They can do handstands all they want, but their lack of conditioning means this game is mine to lose. It’s just the consequences of losing that makes me hesitate.

We also can skip it if it’s still a limit. Dani releases my hands.

I rub my wrists, thinking about the juicy carrot dangled in front of me, a chance to get to do what I want to them. To pin their arms down, to make my own marks on their body. The idea of playing in a public space makes me anxious, no closed curtains, no locked doors, and no privacy. As scary losing sounds, I remember the word Dani used to describe Wild Shannon, danger. Deal.

Dani extends their hand. Mine shakes as it reaches out. Dani squeezes my fingers and says, Let’s unpack. You need to get your rest for tomorrow.

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My hand