So my boyfriend and I have an amazing date-night planned for the weekend. We're going to be having so much fun enjoying ourselves - taking full advantage of our time together - time that you will spend writing lines for us. Hundreds of tediously boring, hand-written lines that we'll decide for you, cuck. Our weekend will be full of pampering and being spoiled. It will be filled with good food, good drink and incredible sex - nothing like your weekend cuckold. You will spend your weekend hunched over a tiny desk as you patiently write out the same line over and over again - just because me and my real man decided that that's how we want you to spend your free time. All through our date-night and right into the next day while we relax and enjoy the sunshine - you'll write the lines we've allocated to you until you've written them all.
I'll check in with you from time to time - to make sure you're staying on track and to let you know how much fun you're missing out on. I'll let you know how much my boyfriend loves the lingerie I sent you out to buy for the date, I'll let you know how much we're charging to your card at the restaurant and the bars and the taxi back to his place. If I decide to be a complete fucking bitch to you - I'll tell you to change the line - to start again with a totally different line. I want this to be awful for you cuckold - I want it to be a torture - a mind-fuck - a lesson in complete submission to me and my man. I want you to hate every second of it, cuckold. I want you to understand that no matter how much you want to be having fun, doing something productive, jerking off or whatever else - you're writing those lines for us and that is the most important thing in your pathetic little life right now.
When I'm back from my date tomorrow you will present your lines to me. Maybe I'll check them - maybe I'll tear them up right in front of your stupid face - that's up to me cuckold. I could decide to rip them up and show you how meaningless all those wasted hours of your life is to me. I could check them for accuracy, fining you for every tiny mistake. Fining you for not painting a little heart over every single 'i'. Fining you for improper spacing. Fining you for whatever I feel like. The point is, cuckold - I decide. I'll decide if you'll watch all those hours of page after page of tedious lines get destroyed without me reading a single one or I'll decide if you'll be punished further - made to pay for failing in some trivial way. That's what makes setting you these lines so much fun for me - I can use them as a punishment or I can use them just because I feel like it.
