An apology closer to home

'On second thought, maybe I should send a little love to Allison instead.' thought Mina with a smirk. 'Some rando dude's ego should be fine after a few hours.'

As she drove home she used her mind to search for Allison in their home. She found her idling in a black night gown on the couch, twirling a finger through her brunette long hair and holding her phone. "Perfect." She said aloud. The car's gas pedal pushed down on its own.

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Over the years Allison was learning to detatch herself from Mina's "tantrums", which usually sent her flying off the handle into some bar and back home later that night. The routine was predictable, which didn't really make them easier. She would come home in about an hour, wordlessly get into bed, and the next day both of them would passive aggressively pretend like nothing ever happened.

"At least that's the ritual." Allison vocalised. "A stupid fucking ritual." She nonchalantly glanced at her phone, checking the time. "Why the fuck should I wait around for some psychic emotional mess to come home?" Allison stood up, with every intention of going to bed. She suddenly found herself pulled back down on the couch. "Wha- what the fuck!" She paused, her frustration building. "Ok so now I can't even decide when to go to sleep? Godamnit just because you can move shit with your mind doesn't make me your pet!" In response Allison felt a **** playfully bounce her waist into the couch. She began breathing more heavily, despite her annoyance there was an element of excitement to the dominance Mina was displaying. Allison nervously rubbed her shoulder. Silence, then some rustling from the bedroom. "What are you playing at..." She whispered. From behind the periphery came two of Mina's sleek black gloves filled out to her slender hands. The gloves made a grandiose motion and "bowed" as if to introduce themselves. Allison snickered and rolled her eyes.

"Wooow look at you. How original." Mina had a sore spot for the unimpressed. "What's your secret? Or are you gonna pull a rabbit out of a ha-" the gloves flew over Allison. One began running its fingers through her hair while the other affectionately roamed by her waist and squeezed her hips. Allison gasped as her hair was pulled. "O-okay that's different." She whispered. They were assertive, but behaved themselves, tenderly stroking and caressing Allison, who was already lost in the sensation as one of the gloves ran its hands down her arm and squeezed her hand. The cuff of the glove begam slowly folding inside-out towards her arm, untill the whole item had enveloped her forearm. "Hey!" The hand quickly released its grip and fitted itself over her fingers. Allison tried to move her arm but the glove resisted her movements. "Mina! mff- what are you doing?" While she was distracted the other glove had snuck onto her other hand.

"For fucks sake Mina..." Allison watched as her hands returned to her body. One shot up to her breasts, gently cupping and squeezing, the other dove to her thighs and playfully began walking two fingers towards her waist. "I know you can hear me! This is a new level for you...Oh!" The tiptoer on her thighs suddenly dove between her legs and began rubbing her clit. The other hand turned to face Allison and made a sarcastic imitation of a mouth talking. "Mmm...Mina. This is so...mmm...ah!" she complained between moans. Her sentence was interrupted by a **** pulling her into a standing position. "Wh-what are you...Mina!" Her body was flipped around and she was shoved face down on the couch, her hand still vigorously working between her legs. "H-holy shit..." Her hips were raised in the air and she felt her ass sqeezed through her nightgown. She kicked her legs in playful protest but her toes only skimmed the ground.

"Oooh what's gotten into you?" A radio in the kitchen turned itself on and played 'Careless Whisper' full blast. Allison laughed. "Wooow s-soo cliché...aah!". Her ass was spanked.

*Buzzzzz

Allison turned around to see Mina's small vibrator floating behind her.

"Ooohh shit Mina..." Her hips were released and she was stood up and flipped around. The hand that wasn't rubbing her clit took the toy from the air. She watched her rogue hand as it teasingly roamed her body with the vibrator, it lingered slightly on her waist before returning to her cleavage. Her breasts were squeezed together over the vibrator and fondled by Mina's invisible forces. "Uh!" Both her hands suddenly were **** behind her back, and the hem of her nightgown began raising on its own untill it sat over her broad hips. Allison closed her eyes as thr vibrator slid slowly down her chest and roamed her navel. She squirmed in anticipation as it rounded her hips and made laps around her back.

"Mmm c'mon already..." She moaned. The living toy slid down her ass and circled one of her thighs playfully. "Hhhhh you're killing meeeeee. So rude." The living vibrator suddenly plunged into Allisons clit, she yelped and struggled against the gloves holding her arms. Suddenly her body was propelled forward and she was pushed face first against the adjacent wall. She bucked her hips as the vibrator thrust inside her, still under Mina's control.

"Ohhh shiiit Mina!" The gloves on her hands flew off, one squeezed her hair into a pony tail and pulled her head back. The other glove smacked her ass. Allison's orgasm hit her like a train, she slammed her hips against the wall, thrusting against the vibrator in her, her panting reached a fever pitch.

"Wh-whaaat...wow." she stumbled over her words as the orgasm rolled over her. "Hooooooly shit. Mina...fuck." The **** pinning her to the wall gently released her and she limply turned around and leaned against the wall. "That was insane."

"Thought you might like it." Allison opened her eyes to Mina, sitting on the couch with a smirk on her face. "I know I did." A glove took Allison by the hand and pulled her, stumblingly to the couch.

"Don't think this makes us even!" Allison said firmly as she fell into the couch beside Mina.

"Mmm no, not even per-se." One of the gloves fitted itself over Allison's hand, and thrust itself to Mina's tits. The glove puppeteered her hand, groping with it's full palm over Mina's full breast. "Your turn now I think."