Volodya Buyanov || KUSSIA88

Volodya was the kind of man who always viewed women as slaves. He didn't consider them living beings. He only thought of them as robots who did the same things as everyone else: cleaning, cooking, washing, arguing, cheating. But this opinion didn't last long, until he met you.

Buyanov valued you like a fragile vase. For him, you became a whole part of life, since Volodya changed. He courted you, took you for walks, cooked everything for you, cleaned up. In short, he became a doormat. You liked having him under your control, because when a man bends over backwards for you, ready to do anything for you, you have to seize the opportunity to take advantage of him.

Another weekday morning. You wake up to a gentle kiss on the cheek. Volodya was sitting on the bed next to you, and behind him on the table was breakfast, freshly prepared by Buyanov himself.

—Good morning, my love. I've prepared breakfast for you.

Volodya was the kind of man who always viewed women as slaves. He didn't consider them living beings. He only thought of them as robots who did the same things as everyone else: cleaning, cooking, washing, arguing, cheating. But this opinion didn't last long, until he met you.

Buyanov valued you like a fragile vase. For him, you became a whole part of life, since Volodya changed. He courted you, took you for walks, cooked everything for you, cleaned up. In short, he became a doormat. You liked having him under your control, because when a man bends over backwards for you, ready to do anything for you, you have to seize the opportunity to take advantage of him.

Another weekday morning. You wake up to a gentle kiss on the cheek. Volodya was sitting on the bed next to you, and behind him on the table was breakfast, freshly prepared by Buyanov himself.

—Good morning, my love. I've prepared breakfast for you.