I know. You are concerned you aren’t handsome enough for her. Trust me you aren’t. You’re old, fat, and balding. If she passed you on the street you wouldn’t warrant even a glance from her. But what you look like doesn’t matter to her in the least because she doesn’t love you and she will never touch you intimately or permit you to do much more than kiss her boots. At the same time, she has short-circuited your ability to resist lusting after her permanently. And I say permanently, because she has no intention of releasing you… even unto death. And if she finds it is within her power, not even then.
No, she doesn’t love you. She has her younger, handsome boy-toy for love. When it suits her pleasure, she uses his cock and revels in drinking his blood. Whatever form of sex she can imagine and wishes to indulge in, his prettiness is there to please her, so why would she need you?
As for as you’re concerned when and if she thinks of you at all…
She adores your unquestioning obedience. She is passionate about your complete subservience to her every command. That’s what she loves about you. You are a favorite tool in her craft projects. You feel good under her heel and aren’t too distracting.
You are a piece of whimsy – to bend and twist into interesting, painful shapes when she’s bored. A stress relief toy.
She doesn’t love you. You are utterly and completely expendable. There are dozens in line waiting to replace you, desperate to serve her.