A little extra chapter, to make it an even 12 instalments, before end of year holidays. Not much bondage, unless you count an electrified chastity cage hidden under a man's business suit.
#12: Stocking Stuffers
(F/M)
Lucille: When's your train
seb: in 30min
Lucille: Pick me up some shiny tights for Xmas
I was out of town on a work related trip, and was waiting to catch a train back home. The train station had an assortment of stores within the main building, which included a women's lingerie store. Over the years, I had bought my wife a number of colourful nylons, stockings and tights from that store whenever I was out of town.
As I headed off towards said store, I felt a mild electrical jolt in my groin. My caged cock, hidden under tights and business suit trousers, had electrodes attached to it, which Lucille could activate remotely through a common app on both our smartphones.
Lucille: 
You're mine only, remember. Can't wait to have you all to myself ...
seb: me 2 ...
Our last texts were filled with emojis not appropriate and too difficult to reproduce here. Suffice to say that before I walked into the store I did my best to wipe away the inappropriately huge grin on my face in order to look professional instead. I knew exactly the pair of tights to get Lucille: semi-opaque black tights with shiny shimmery gold highlights, to match her green dress she had gotten a couple of weeks earlier.
The store had only two clerks working at the time I entered. There was Josephine, the regular tall brunette who was working the cash register today, and a petite blonde whom I've never seen before, but who reminded me of a classmate I had a crush on decades ago.
"Can I help you with anything, sir?" the petite blonde asked.
"Yes, I'm looking for a specific pair of tights for my wife," I stated, and went on to describe my wife's size and weight.
"Right over here sir." She led me right to them, and handed me the package. Verifying the labels, I was satisfied that she had indeed handed me the correct size and style.
"That's exactly what I wanted to gift her. Thanks ... "
"You can call me Vivienne. You must be one of the few men Josie told me about, who come in here to buy tights for their girlfriends and wives. Wish my husband would do so. Anything else sir?"
"Thanks Vivienne. You can call me Seb; everyone does. I'll just browse around a bit," I added as I handed her back the package, which she took to the cash register.
With a few minutes left to kill before my train arrived, I went to look at the stocking selection and noticed a pair semi-sheer stockings in my favourite shade of blue, thigh-high, with hold-up silicon, just in my size! The hold-up silicon bands were not necessary in my case, as I would attach them with garters to my corset eventually (not here of course, but once back home). I quickly grabbed the package and brought it to the cash register, handing it to Josephine who was already ringing up the bill. Josephine just winked at me as she finalized the bill and handed both packages over to Vivienne so she can place them in the store's bag.
As I paid the bill, Vivienne paused before putting the blue stockings into the bag and quizzically asked, "these appear to be the wrong size sir; do you want me to check if we have it one size smaller in stock?"
"Oh, those aren't for my wife. Those stockings will have my legs for stuffing this Xmas," I said as I winked at Vivienne. She blushed.
"You'll excuse Vivi, won't you Seb? It's her first day, here. I've told her about men who buy for themselves, but you're her very first client to do so."
"No need for excuses. Always a pleasure to shop when I'm in town. Thanks Josie, thanks Vivi." I took the bag from Vivienne, with both pairs in the bag now.
"Do stop by again when you're around this way! Happy holidays!" Josephine wished.
"Happy holidays to both of you too!" I wished as I walked out of the store.
Minutes later, I boarded the train back home. As I was about to take my seat, I had to momentarily pause as another electrical jolt spread through my groin. Lucille's timing was perfect; looking at my smartphone screen, she had left me a series emojis, hearts, lightnings, and kinkier ones ...
