Amy's attention was split, since three separate areas of her body demanded it.
First was her mouth, more specifically the task that was assigned to her tongue. Occasionally, Jane's legs would tighten around her shoulders as she shivered and moaned into the gag.
The second area was her crotch, were the vibrator - gently pushed deeper by the crotch rope - happily buzzed away, making her flinch and moan every now and again. Whenever she did, she would retreat an inch or two, causing Jane to growl in protest and pull her back in with her legs.
The third area was her fingers. Jane's rope work wasn't shabby, but even masters make mistakes. This mistake was an easily reachable knot. It was tight, but after a while of picking around, Amy felt it loosening. She promised to let her girlfriend have control, but if she messed up, it was her own fault. The white-haired woman didn't know how long she had been licking, resisting and knot-picking - she lost all sense of time in situations like these - but the jingling and rummaging she heard was a sure sign that her temporary mistress hadn't gotten free yet. If Amy could succeed before she did, she could reclaim her position.

Claire had tried to kick, shove her friend away, but with her legs tied together, the only thing she could do with them was slip and hit her back against the wall which did absolutely nothing for her escape. Wiggling and giggling, she had a hard time keeping her mouth closed so she wouldn't reveal more than she wanted to. Or rather allowed to. Mia had seen her bare chest before and she didn't mind that, but if these were the rules she wanted to play by, why deny her that? Also, Claire felt like she was going to receive some sort of punishment if she allowed the bikini to drop and she didn't know if she wanted that or not.
Mia kept on tickling the helpless athlete, taking a break every half or full minute, allowing her to breath heavily through her nose. During those breaks - which didn't last longer than a few seconds - she would look at her captive and do nothing but smile, her hands resting on the soft hips, watching tears forming in the emerald eyes. And when she was continuing the torture, she would listen to the cute giggles being forced through closed lips. She could only think of little ways to improve the situation.

The knot came loose. The rope fell off from her wrists. Amy dared take a quick look up. The sight was gorgeous. Jane leaned forward, her eyes forced closed, saliva dripping from her gag, into her cleavage. She didn't suspect anything. Then, the legs pushed her back forward to continue her task.
Amy started fidgeting with the rest of the knots, now doing a much quicker job after having regained some of her mobility. Quickly she loosened the crotch rope, moved on to the rope on her legs and formed a plan in her head. The time for rebellion had come. As soon as she felt the last knot loosen, she raised her arms, pushing Jane's shapely legs aside, raising herself from the carpet and reached around her girlfriend before the mistress knew what was happening. The bowl was pushed from the bed, keys were scattered over the ground. Before Jane could recover from her surprise, she was grabbed, pushed back and turned onto her back. Taking a relieved breath, Amy reached into her wet panties and extracted the active vibrator. Turning off all three remotes, she put it aside.
"Game Over, sweetheart. Too bad." Using two of the ropes that she had previously been bound with, she quickly tied the kicking legs at knees and ankles, ignoring the muffled protest. Picking her up from the lying position, she pinned Jane's arms to her body with the last rope.
"Just a short break, darling, I'll be back for you in a minute." Kissing her on the forehead, she left the struggling, screaming girl on her bed, as she headed for the bathroom.

Mia stopped, content with her victory, as Claire had finally been forced to part her lips. Breathing heavily, still interrupted by fits of giggling, the athletic girl hung in front of her, recovering from the ordeal.
"That was..." She giggled. "...brutal."
"You're okay, aren't you? I mean..." Mia gently brushed Claire's cheek with her fingers. "it wasn't too much, was it?"
Claire shook her head. "That was pretty extreme, especially for you. Just... give me a minute."
The smile returned to the blonde's face. She reached past her brunette lover and turned on the cold water.
"I hear my cellphone anyway. In a minute."