She never asks of me more than I am willing to give.
She has heard of my life before. The whips and collars, beatings whenever I dared to utter the word "no." It took me long to allow myself the pleasure of the word again. And when I did finally say it, she followed it. She stepped back, smiled at me, and asked if I was okay.
She may not understand how I lack desire, but she respects it and never tries to push. We hold hands while meditating and sleep beside one another at night.
And that is enough.