Price of Perfection

**Chapter 1: The Pitch**

Marcus and Victoria had spent years pursuing the “starving artist” dream using his father’s money. His sculptures, funded by his trust fund, rarely appeared in public, and the few shows that did happen drew small crowds. Their repeated failures had made them work longer hours in the studio. This turned their creative partnership into a tense situation that left Evelyn feeling out of place. Dinners at his expensive loft were quiet and uncomfortable, interrupted only by complaints about how the art world was against them, fueled by wine. She would go to the studio with him and offer sketches or hold tools, but Marcus would dismiss her with a patronizing smile. “That’s cute, babe, but it’s not quite right.” Victoria, his direct assistant who always carried a clipboard, would agree. “Yes, it needs more edge.”

Evelyn wanted their approval more than anything. It was the only time she felt like she fit into Marcus’s world. But usually, she spent her time in their large loft feeling ignored, surrounded by unfinished sculptures and empty takeout containers.

One humid night in the studio, which smelled of turpentine, they approached her. Marcus unrolled a sketch of a body in a split pose, with clean lines and tension. Victoria spoke first. “Evelyn, we need you for the next piece. You’d be the model—the living canvas. It involves plaster and latex. It would take a few weeks, and then we could have a successful gallery show.”

Marcus smiled. “It would mean giving up some freedoms. But this could be our breakthrough—our way out of struggling. Are you in? Help me succeed, or at least get a positive review.”

Evelyn felt sick to her stomach. She imagined ropes against her skin and cold plaster holding her in place for days. The pain of it worried her. “I don’t know,” she said, her voice unsteady. “It sounds intense. What if I make a mistake? Or it hurts? Really hurts?”

Victoria put her hand on Evelyn’s arm and squeezed it lightly. “We need this. You’ve wanted to contribute for a long time. This is your chance—our chance. It’s just two weeks, and then we can go back to relaxing at home.”

Marcus looked at her directly. “If you back out now, we’ll stay stuck here doing the same thing. But if you say yes, we’ll move forward together.”

Evelyn paused, her heart beating fast. Part of her wanted to leave—this felt like a warning sign of their unhealthy relationship. But another part still cared about him deeply and hoped this would make her more important to him. That part won. “Okay,” she said quietly, unhappy with how uncertain she sounded. “I’ll do it.”

**Chapter 2: The Transformation: Posing**

They took Evelyn into the studio as if she were trying out for a low-budget bondage film. She stood still, her heart beating hard against her ribs, while Marcus and Victoria looked at her with calm, focused expressions. “We start now,” Marcus said, sounding casual, like he was ordering food delivery. “Strip. Everything off.”

Evelyn’s mind went blank. “Naked? The whole time? For this?”

Victoria nodded, her smile precise. “Yes. The latex needs direct contact with your skin. No shortcuts in art.”

Heat rose up Evelyn’s neck, making her face turn red. “This feels wrong. You’re my boyfriend, and his assistant. Isn’t this like a violation?”

Marcus laughed, the sound deep and confident. “It’s for the work. It’s our vision. We’ve prepared models this way before. Focus on the masterpiece, not your concerns.”

She looked down at the worn concrete floor, her hands shaking. Part of her wanted to run—this was a sign of their unhealthy relationship. But another part still felt attached to him and hoped this would make her matter more. She took a deep breath. She pulled her shirt over her head. Her pants fell to her ankles. She removed her underwear last, revealing her natural bush. She stood there, her arms at her sides, trying not to cover herself.

Before they started with the suit, Victoria stepped back and looked at Evelyn’s body. “One more thing for the fit,” she said. “Your pubic hair—it’ll bunch up under the latex and cause irritation over time. We need to shave it clean for a smooth seal and your comfort.”

Evelyn’s face flushed deeper, her hands twitching at her sides. “Shave it? Right now?”

Marcus nodded, already reaching for a small kit on the nearby table with clippers and a razor. “It’s standard for this kind of work. Keeps everything flat and prevents chafing during the long holds. Won’t take a minute.”

She hesitated, glancing between them, but the ropes weren’t on yet, and part of her didn’t want to argue after stripping.

“Fine,” she muttered, spreading her legs slightly as Victoria guided her to sit on the edge of the foam box.

Victoria worked quickly, applying a bit of shaving cream and using the clippers first to trim, then the razor for a close shave. The cool air hit the bare skin afterward, making Evelyn shiver.

“There,” Victoria said, wiping her clean. “Much better—no pulling or rubbing later. Stand up so we can get started properly.”

Marcus put his hands on her hips—firm and controlling—while Victoria’s fingers moved lightly down her spine, tracing her vertebrae. Evelyn’s bare skin prickled under the studio’s bright lights, goosebumps forming as they examined every part of her. She felt embarrassed.

“Stay steady, Evelyn. This is the piece,” Victoria said, her voice even.

The latex bodysuit went on next—a tight second layer that covered her from head to toe, but left her head, pussy, and asshole exposed. It pulled tight over her curves, compressing her lungs with every breath and making her breathing shallow.

At the center of the room was a box: knee-high and lined with foam, designed for her left leg. Ropes hung from an overhead rig like thick cords, with pulleys attached. They guided her calf into the box, then poured in the plaster mixture—cold and thick, with a chemical smell. It rose up her thigh and set overnight, forming a hard cast that held her from ankle to hip.

The next morning, they began the full split. Evelyn’s yoga practice helped her flexibility, but this extreme vertical pull tested her limits. Ropes secured her limbs; pulleys lifted her right leg up until it pressed against her torso. Her back curved into a sharp C-shape, her right arm reached back to hold the ankle, and her left arm extended forward with fingers spread.

The strain hit her immediately. The ropes pressed into the latex, causing red marks on her skin underneath. Her muscles tightened against the setup, and pain started deep in her abdomen.

Over the week, they adjusted the position gradually. But to set the form, they completed the strain in three intense days, increasing the tension step by step.

Day one: The ropes pulled tight. Her leg lifted halfway, and her back curved in protest. She remembered yoga poses from her classes, but now they felt like strain. The marks appeared quickly; she made sounds through her teeth, sweat forming on her skin.

Day three: The ropes pressed deeper, the split almost complete, her back locked in the curve. The pain was constant, with a ligament close to straining. They applied salve to the rope marks, ignoring her reaction, their touches professional. “The shape is coming together,” Victoria said, as if commenting on the weather. Evelyn disconnected, her body feeling distant, as the position took over her muscles.

Day seven: Full lock-in. Her muscles stretched to their limit, right leg straight up vertically, toes pointed. Her arms held the positions; the left extended like an offering. The bruises turned purple, but the tension remained steady, like a constant current in her body.

Marcus and Victoria walked around her, checking the angles closely.

“Ready for the next layer,” Marcus said, smiling as if he had made a successful deal.

Evelyn’s mind went numb, the position feeling like her new confinement.

**Chapter 3: The Transformation: Accessories**

Marcus and Victoria brought over a tray of metal tools: hoop piercings, needles, and one large vibrating butt plug. Evelyn stared at it, her eyes widening in shock. “What are those for?”

Marcus picked up the piercing kit, his hands steady. “Piercings are necessary now. They draw attention to the important lines.”

Victoria pulled the latex aside at Evelyn’s chest, exposing her nipples. She pinched and rolled them until they hardened. Evelyn took a sharp breath, feeling an unwanted sensation despite the ropes holding her in the split position.

Marcus worked quickly. He clamped one nipple and pushed the needle through it. Pain hit her suddenly; Evelyn made a sharp sound, and her body jerked against the ropes. He inserted the hoop and tugged it to test it. Victoria did the same to the other nipple, causing another sharp pain. A few drops of blood appeared on her skin, but they wiped it away quickly.

They moved lower without stopping. Marcus focused on her pussy. “The clit is direct, no hood. It needs to stand out and stay firm for the lines.”

Victoria’s hand moved down, and her fingers rubbed the clit until it swelled. Evelyn moved in the setup, feeling heat build where she did not want it. “Hold still,” Victoria said sharply, clamping the exposed clit.

The needle went in quickly. The pain was worse than before; Evelyn screamed, and tears ran down her face. Marcus secured the hoop, pulling it to hold the position. The metal now pulled constantly, keeping her nerves active.

There was no break. The plug came next, thick at its widest part. They applied lube to it. Victoria spread Evelyn’s cheeks; Marcus pressed the tip against her asshole. It met resistance, and the muscle tightened.

He inserted one finger first, the motion cold and intrusive. Evelyn tightened against it, the pain sharp. “Too tight,” Marcus said. “If you had relaxed more over the years and taken it when you should have, this would not be difficult.”

Victoria nodded, her voice even. “She wasted time on unimportant things. Now it counts.”

He added a second finger, twisting to stretch her. Evelyn’s breathing caught, the burning turning into a steady ache she disliked. Her body reacted anyway, and a small sound escaped her.

Marcus added a third finger, pushing deeper. The lube helped, but the stretch hurt. “See? It opens when you allow it. Life works the same way—give in or break.”

Evelyn felt dizzy, their words hurting more than the fingers. Shame hit her, but the pressure created its own rhythm.

“Enough,” Marcus said, removing his fingers. He positioned the plug and pushed it in. It stretched her open, the widest part catching before going through. Evelyn made a loud sound, the full length settling inside, its base flat against her skin and covered by the latex. He turned on the remote; the vibrations started at a low level, creating a steady buzz.

The piercings reflected the light, and the plug was in place. Marcus and Victoria stepped back and looked at the changes.

“It’s a start,” Victoria said.

Evelyn hung in the position, the new feelings adding to the existing tension.

**Chapter 4: The Transformation: Encasement**

The plaster mixture was ready, thick and very cold, with a strong chemical smell that Evelyn could already notice. Victoria used the trowel to apply the first amount to her shoulder, which was covered in latex. The cold sludge went through the seams and hit her skin with a deep numb burn. The gritty particles scraped her raw skin. It weighed her down right away and caused an itch inside the suit that she could not reach.

Marcus took a handful and applied it to her back. The cold felt like many small ice picks. The edges went numb while the center burned. The small crystals ground against her pores. Evelyn’s breath caught, and the strain from the split caused new pain: her hamstrings burned up her raised leg, her back twisted with each breath, and her muscles cramped.

They applied it up to her chest, the trowel scraping over her pierced nipples. The wet mixture pulled on the hoops, causing sharp pain. Her nerves reacted strongly, and the throbbing pressure affected her chest.

The plaster set slowly and contracted, holding her nipples tightly and causing constant throbbing. The metal felt colder as it tightened.

Lower down, the process continued. Marcus pulled the latex away from her pussy, and the air stung briefly before Victoria grabbed the clit hoop and pulled it hard. The pull opened the new piercing, causing intense sharp pain that made her vision blur. Tears ran down her face. Plaster poured in, the cold grit filling her folds. It burned like extreme cold on her inner lips and held every fold in a gritty freeze that went deeper than the surface.

The clit was trapped, with its base covered and the hoop sticking out under the layer. Marcus inserted the catheter next, the tube scraping her urethra like rough wire filled with sand.