Add detail of the feelings and emotions of the two girls, add dialogue, legthen and improve this text, focus on the vulnerability, helplessness, and power dynamics : Walking confidently to my position, I send you a challenging glare, confident despite my smaller size. Irked by your cocky grin, I am determined to show you technique counts for more than physique. Since you are so kindly tuned your back to me, I silently approach, clutching the rope, before jumping at you and sliding the coil of rope over your shoulder and attempting to fix your arm to your side in a single movement - your turn.
You don’t notice my silent approach and drop to your knees, and I take the opportunity to lean forward ans sit on your back, using my legs to further restrain your arms by your side. You fall on your face groaning “hey that was rude!”, but I pay you no heed, struggling slightly to keep my balance on your back as you buck and try to dislodge me, but I manage to tie the rope looping around your arms, making you infinitely less dangerous of an opponent. “That’s what happens when you can’t even take your opponent seriously.”
“hey…that was sneaky! ull pay for this” you say…still confident you can over power me. I smirk in response, grabbing more rope and painstakingly tying it around one wrist in an attempt to secure your hands behind your back more securely, instead of this easily removed bind I have you in now. I want to tie your legs first, but decide against it, you will throw me off it I reach behing me to grab you ankles like that. Instead I target your left wrist, wanting to connect it to the other one with a secure knot.
“What am I doing? I’m wining, that’s what I’m doing!” your struggles are fruitless as I finally manage to securely tie your hands together bhenig your back making you almost incapable of properly tying me up. I almost want to get back up and let you stand and struggle, but I remember what happened to you when you got cocky and just continue looping rope around your arms, intent on transforming the wrist ties into a rope sleave, immogilizing both your arms
It gets easier and easier to tie you up as you understand your predicament, but I dont get rash, I continue coiling rope around your arms, all the way up, then all the way down, then I force your hands together, so that your palms are touching, and start imprisoning your fingers, robbing you of your capacity to undo knots, pushing your helplessness further and further .
I laugh at your useless arms, but still unsatisfied I start looping rope around your arms and torso, squeezing your chest tight as I draw a rope corset on you, holding your arms fixed on your back, your shoulders stretched backwards, with less and less power to throw me off. “I want to turn you into my rope mummy, I’ll make sure you can’t move a single muscle before I’m done with you”
You feel me pulling the rope tight, as tight as I can, with obviously no concern over your comfort, just enjoying your groans as I squeeze the breath out of your lungs, your breasts mishapen by the pressure of teh criss crossing ropes
Finally, I feel confident you are utterly helpless, that there is no way you can wain any more, and I prepare myself to move to tying your lower body, when an idea crosses my mind. taking hold of your hair, gather it in a ponytail that I fold over a piece of rope, then circle the folded ponytail to tighten it. Then, with a yank I pull the rope, pulling on you hair and tilting your head back, tying this rope to you useless hands, loving the way it make you expose your neck, you look se vulnerable.
Now I’m ready to turn to your legs, spinning round but still pining you down with my weight, paying no attention to your cries as my maneuvering brings an added tension to all the ropes and makes everything even worse. “You should have though of this before, cocky brats who can’t even put up a fight need to be taught to respect their opponent.”
I show no interest in your predicament, my voice cold and emotionless, belied by the cruel grin I sport on my face as I feel you gasping beneath me. I just lean forward to grab your ankles, but your legs are still strong, and you almost manage to kick me before I grasp it.
This is your last freedom, the last thing you can move, you legs are the only thing separating you from being just a motionless object, a rope mummy to be displayed.
Annoyed, I shuffle down, my weight shifting from your back, to your thighs, to your knees, until your feet lose all power, and I can pin them to the ground.
There are no surprise here, I loop the rope around you ankles, first in a single, secure knot before looping the rope again and again around your legs, continuing the mummification process, I won’t stop until I can’t see a single inch of skin. Soon your legs are completely joined, you look like a rope snake, with only your head and feet still visible, incapable of doing more than wriggling on the ground like a worm
But even this is not enough for me, I grab your ankles, and loop another rope around them, then using the rope to force your knees to bend, even your thighs lift up as I hogtie you, testing your flexibility as I force your body into an uncomfortable arch, even cruelly connecting your legs to you hair so you have to choose between being stretched or having your hair pulled
I ignore your pleas, finally getting off you, standing up as I admire my work, with one last thing remaining. Picking up a thinner string, I start looping it around your toes, fixing the all together before connecting that string to your knees, forcing your feet back as far as they can go, presenting their soles upward.
Now there is nothing you can do, you are utterly helpless, you are barely human anymore, just a bunch of rope in tension, proving my superiority over you… And that when I start laughing, my fingers attacking your vulnerable soles as I tickle you mercilessly, enjoying my power over you. "Now now don’t laugh to hard, we wouldn’t want you to have trouble breathing… and don’t struggle too much, we don’t want your hair to be ripped off… nit that it would do much good anyways