Is This All? – An Ode to the Tireless Masochist Is this all?

“Is This All? – An Ode to the Tireless Masochist” was written for BDSMforyou.nl by Mistress Moriah.

Some subs have had enough after a few hard strokes. They slump back contentedly, savoring the endorphins, and decide they’ve had their fill. And then there’s that other category: the masochist who, after a vigorous caning session, looks at you beaming with that one question—one that’s somewhat unsettling for any sadist: “Is this all?”

This issue is dedicated especially to her and him.

With a wink

Is This All? is about the masochist for whom pain isn’t just something she can endure, but something her body reacts to with particular enthusiasm. Adrenaline, dopamine, and endorphins do their work, and while her Dominant slowly grows more tired, she seems to be getting more and more into it.

The next morning, of course, the welts and bruises are admired at length in the mirror. It’s almost a shame that they eventually fade away. Although… that immediately provides an excellent excuse to pull out the calendar.

The song was written with a big wink, but I suspect that some masochists—and their Dominants—will recognize the situation all too well. And in the end, there’s really only one important question left:

Who’s actually the victim here at the end of the night?

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Lyrics

Verse

She doesn’t run away from pain,
She greets it with a grin.
The harder that the cane falls,
The more she settles in.

A little red won’t do the trick,
She wants a brighter show.
Her Dominant is working hard,
She whispers, “Don’t go slow.”

Chorus

Is that all? Is that all?
Come on, give me more!
You call that pain? I’m warming up,
So show me what you’re for!

Is that all? Is that all?
I’m nowhere near my fall.
You give me everything you’ve got…
And I still want it all!

Verse

And somewhere deep beneath her skin,
Her private lab begins.
Adrenaline and dopamine
Come dancing through her veins.

Endorphins join the little feast,
Euphoria takes control.
Her body makes her favourite drug,
And sends it through her soul.

No bottle sitting on the shelf,
No dealer at the door.
She’s hooked upon her chemistry…
And always hungry for more.

Chorus

Is that all? Is that all?
Come on, give me more!
You call that pain? I’m warming up,
So show me what you’re for!

Is that all? Is that all?
I’m nowhere near my fall.
You give me everything you’ve got…
And I still want it all!

Verse

The Dominant has changed her arm,
There’s sweat upon her brow.
She’s given everything she has…
Her sub is starting now.

She’s proud to see the work she’s done,
Each stripe exactly right.
She drops the cane, takes a breath…
Her sub glows with delight.

She turns around and looks at her,
Still eager, fresh and bright.
“That really was quite lovely, Ma’am…
So, foreplay ends tonight?”

Chorus

Is that all? Is that all?
Come on, give me more!
You call that pain? I’m warming up,
So show me what you’re for!

Is that all? Is that all?
I’m nowhere near my fall.
You give me everything you’ve got…
And I still want it all!

Verse

Next morning at the looking glass,
She turns from side to side.
Those purple marks and crimson lines
Are worn with shameless pride.

“Come here, you’ve got to see this one!”
She shows them like a prize.
While others wince and mutter “Ouch,”
There’s sparkle in her eyes.

Each stripe becomes a souvenir,
Each bruise deserves a name.
She wears them like her medals won
In some Olympic game.

Chorus

Is that all? Is that all?
Come on, give me more!
You call that pain? I’m warming up,
So show me what you’re for!

Is that all? Is that all?
I’m nowhere near my fall.
You give me everything you’ve got…
And I still want it all!

Verse

But red turns pink and blue turns green,
Then yellow fades away.
Her precious little masterpiece
Gets paler every day.

She checks the mirror one more time,
Her canvas nearly clear.
She mourns the loss of every stripe
She used to hold so dear.

But underneath that spotless skin
Her hunger starts to bite.
She sighs and checks her calendar…
“Are we free again tonight?”

Chorus

Is that all? Is that all?
Come on, give me more!
You call that pain? I’m warming up,
So show me what you’re for!

Is that all? Is that all?
I’m nowhere near my fall.
You give me everything you’ve got…
And I still want it all!

Verse

For every Dom she’s quite the test:
“How far can you still go?”
Her Mistress grabs the heavier stuff,
She smiles and tells her, “More.”

Go deeper down into the pain,
Then higher than before.
Her body rides that rising wave…
And still she’s asking more.

Her Mistress swings till muscles burn,
She’s somewhere in the sky.
One wonders why she isn’t done…
The other wonders why.

Bridge

She came to make her masochist
Beg, tremble, cry and crawl.
But somewhere in the middle she
Began to doubt it all.

Her sub is smiling, she’s out of breath,
Still hearing, “Give me more!”
So tell me who’s the victim now…
Collapsed there on the floor?

“Harder!”
The Mistress swings.
“Further!”
The Mistress sweats.
“More!”
The Mistress stares at her.
“MORE!”
“…I need a fucking coffee.”

Chorus

Is that all? Is that all?
Come on, give me more!
You call that pain? I’m warming up,
So show me what you’re for!

Is that all? Is that all?
I’m nowhere near my fall.
You give me everything you’ve got…
And I still want it all!

The Mistress drops into a chair,
Too tired to even talk.

The masochist looks down at her,
Still smiling.

“So…

same time next week?”

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Text, picture & music: Mistress Moriah