The top half of the silicone prison clasped into place without issue, trapping her husband inside of it. Only his head, hands and feet stuck out by design, but beyond that and several drainage holes that ran the length of the toy, he was completely imprisoned inside the custom made toy.

It had cost thousands, not only to simply make, which had required her husband to remain perfectly still for hours to create the mold so the finished product would be as form fitting and inhumanly restrictive as possible, but also to buy the silence of the artisan she'd hired to make it.

Secured inside the brightly colored silicone prison, her husband begged and promised and apologized with tears running down his tiny face. He'd experienced this bespoke chastity cage only once before, right after it had been delivered, but it had been enough to instill in him a potent fear of what was in store for him.

"You should have thought about that before you forgot the sugar in my coffee…" Gabriella said with a wry grin. "Now you're going to stay in there until I feel you've learned to be better."

Gabriella ran her fingers over the silicone's ridges and bumps. The underside of the prison was almost flat, curving in slightly and meant to be laid down on a sturdy surface so her husband could experience his imprisonment with as little agency as possible, but the front was a work of horny beauty. Along its length, double that of her shrunken husband, were ridges, bumps and other textures meant for her.

When it had been initially completed, Gabriella had used it to play with herself, the textured lid had proven to be a phenomenal stimulus to her nethers even when held in her hand and bereft of a tiny, unwilling prisoner. Just thinking about how it would feel was warming her pussy. It was a little awkward but Gabriella managed to climb onto the kitchen counter without incident. She set the silicone prison down on the smooth grey surface and pressed just enough to create the seal as the bottom of the prison suctioned to the countertop.

She leaned over her imprisoned husband, still fighting against his confines, and smiled before pursing her lips. A steady stream of drool spilled forth from between her lips. The spit flowed into the ridges of the silicone trap and then over her husband's face. He coughed and sputtered as she continued to let her saliva fall on him.

With the chastity-coffin-sex-toy thoroughly lubricated, Gabriella wiped her mouth and began to position herself. It took a bit of awkward shuffling of her knees, but before long her husband was directly under her crotch. She pulled the string on her bikini bottom until it came loose and then continued until the garment came completely away. She let it fall onto the floor below the counter.

Her hips did most of the work, with each rolling thrust of her hips, her pussy dragged along the textured surface of the sex-toy prison she'd sealed her husband in. The ridges felt as amazing as they had when she'd tried it out earlier, but the addition of her husband's captivity and utter helplessness under her snatch made it all the better.

Every roll of her hips stoked the heat that had built in her crotch and turned that warmth into a wet fire that coursed through her body every time. She pushed her hips down harder and rolled faster back and forth. From beneath her, Gabriella could hear the squeaking protests of her husband spiking and then muffling as her pussy slid off him, then plowed forward to smother him again with her sex.

Gabriella slowed a bit, savoring the sensations, and especially the begging coming from her husband. She smiled as the sound of her pussy slowly splitting over her husband's silicone prison was replaced with his squeaking again and then silenced once more as she rolled her hips forward again to silence him. She pulled back off of him so slowly that it pulled a soft moan from her heaving chest.

"What's the matter?" She asked with a sly grin at the corner of her mouth. "I thought you wanted to fuck me more? This is what you wanted. And besides, it's the only way you're of any use to me…"

Gabriella leaned down, bringing herself as face to face with her shrunken husband as his size would allow. This close she couldn't even see him effectively, as her mouth was almost pressing into head.

"Why are you complaining?" Gabriella taunted between heavy breaths. "This is more pussy than you can handle, and it's not like that pathetic thing you call a dick is good for anything."

She pushed herself back up, and began sliding forward, her dripping cunt hanging over her husband as she teased herself just enough to keep her juices flowing.

"Now be a good toy and let me really hear your screams." Gabriella ordered.

She didn’t wait for his acknowledgement. Although she loved to hear his pleading ‘yes mistress’es, she had waited long enough to get off. Her legs spread wide and her pussy slammed into her husband. Immediately she began grinding against her husband’s textured silicone prison with unchecked frenzy. The stimulation was almost too much to keep her upright, as wave after wave of pleasure flooded her through her pussy, but one arm propped up on the counter kept her up. She could only just hear her husband, not just because her motions barely afforded him any time to breathe, let alone scream, but also because the squelching sound as her soaked pussy grinded over the toy drowned him out, almost literally.

Gabriella felt the orgasm coming before it hit, but that did nothing to abate the electric pleasure that seized her body, clenched her jaw, and flooded the kitchen counter with her cum. Gabriella always enjoyed the surprising duration of the orgasms that came from humiliating tiny people, and she wasn’t sure her husband would still be alive, let alone conscious, as each wave of the pleasure surged through her and sent more of her lust spilling out onto the kitchen countertop.

When the orgasm finally subsided enough to let Gabriella feel the soreness in her legs, she lifted herself off her husband, and deftly spun around to sit on the edge of the counter. She took a few moments to just savor the feelings still pulsing against the rhythm of her own heartbeat, and the fading burning heat in her pussy as her body recovered from a great orgasm. She twisted around to see her husband, still moving, and apparently awake, but coated completely in her juices, and struggling to cough or spit up enough of her cum to breathe normally again. She couldn’t stifle a laugh as he struggled helpless against the silicone, and her discharge.

“Here, let me help you.” Gabriella said with some disdain.

It was easy enough for Gabriella to slip her fingertip under the lid of the silicone prison, although she felt her husband’s body yield and heard his cry of pain as the tight confines of the silicone become painful with the addition of her fingertip. She effortlessly pulled the prison open, the ridged lid that she had used to seal him in, as the base remained firmly suctioned to the counter. Her husband quickly, but lacking any grace, climbed out of the silicone prison and fell to the countertop on his knees, coughing up her juices and trying to breathe normally again.

“I’m going to go shower…” Gabriella announced. “I want this countertop cleaned up by the time I get back, and don’t forget, you’re on lockdown. No touching that pathetic dick, if I think you jacked off while I was in the shower you’re going to get something so much worse than silicone.”

For a moment her husband looked around at the comparatively lake-sized puddle of Gabriella’s lust spread out over the dark grey composite countertop, then back up to her in despair at the impossibility of his task.

“What? Don’t give me that look.” She laughed as she dismounted the countertop and started toward the bathroom. “It’ll be a long shower, and besides, you’ve got a tongue… get started.”