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My boyfriend has been a little too sneaky lately, all his secrets, suddenly having to go deal with things and the late night phone calls have me very suspicious. I decide to sneak into his private office to snoop to see if I can find any evidence of the slut I'm sure he's been seeing behind my back. I start going through his cabinets but I don't see anything that makes me think he's been seeing another girl, just a few random items like rope and rags.

About that time, Ivan come in and catches me digging through one of the cabinets. I know I'm not supposed to be in here and so I try to lie through my teeth. I tell him that I was just dusting inside the cabinet. He asks me if I was using my shirt and I pull out a rag I found in the cabinet as evidence of my dusting, trying to sell it with a smile He knows I'm lying and isn't happy at all with me. He is a very private man and I've just violated that trust. His big hand grabs my throat causing me to XXXX and he pushes me back against the wall. My hands fly up to grab his arm to pull it away instinctually, but he won't loosen his grip. I slam into the wall hard and he keeps me held firmly in place.

I try to pry his hands off but they won't budge at all. He uncoils a rope in front of me and as soon as he releases my throat I try to run, he's being very scary. He grabs me and turns me around slamming my breasts and face into the wall with a loud thud and pulls my arms away from my body behind me. He ties my wrists together behind my back and continues to question me about what I was doing. I can't tell him that I suspected he was cheating on me, that is surely a way to end our relationship and I don't want that. I lie again and tell him that I was looking for the remote.

Ivan tells me that the less I know about his business the better. I'm really starting to believe him. He pulls out another rope and I tell him that he doesn't have to do this, that I won't go in there again and that all I saw was rags and rope, harmless stuff. He says that he's not sure which cabinets I looked in because some of them have some things in them that are very private. I try to tell him that I didn't see anything and that I didn't look in those. I ask him why he has the rope in there and he tells me because of what's going on now. I get very concerned and ask him if he just ties up random girls. He tells me not random ones, just the ones that have been bad, to him or other people, and he he has to take care of it, like he has to take care of me.

That last line sounds a little to mafia to me and I try to turn around frightened and ask what he means by take care of me. He flips me back around and shoves me hard into the wall XXXX the air from my lungs. He finishes the knot and spins me around. He tells me I;m a bad liar as he unbuttons my blouse. He backs away to get another rope and my eyes flash towards the door. He sees me and tells me not to even think about it.

Ivan crosses my ankles and starts to tie them together. I start to lose my balance and tell him that I'm going to fall. I start trying a different tactic at this point, since the lying wasn't working. I tell him that I thought he cared about me and if he'll just untie me, we can go have some fun. I tell him that he was just getting a lot of late night calls and I was concerned that he was in trouble but now that I know he's not, I won't be snooping anymore. He tells me that he wasn't in trouble, but now I am. Another rope gets added, this time just below my knees. I tell him that we can be done with this part, adding honey, please, and reaching out to pet his head hoping that even a small caress might make things better.

I tell him that this whole rope thing has me a lot more concerned and worries than I was just looking in his cabinet. I had no idea what he had going on and now he's scaring me with how serious he is taking all of this. He pulls out a rag from the cabinet and grabs my hair to stuff it in my mouth. I beg him to stop but he won't and I'm XXXX to open my mouth as he stuffs the huge white cloth inside, pushing the wad into my cheeks and then wrapping a clear tape around my head several times covering from just under my nose to my chin. I whimper into the gag. He pulls my breasts from my bra and tells me to stay put that he needs to call his boss.

I try to yell at him that I didn't see anything hoping that he won't make the phone call. If he gets this scary I definitely don't want to meet his boss. He leaves me alone and I struggle in the tight ropes, flexing my muscles, bending over, and pulling on the ropes. When he comes back, he tells me that we are going to go for a little ride. Since he cares about me, he told his boss that he can't effectively find out what I know because he can't hurt me so he's going to take me somewhere else for them to interrogate me. He tosses me over his shoulder and carries me out while I kick and scream.