Members of the Cult of the Righteous don’t often venture my
way. But, when they do, it is a joy and an honour to serve them, given their
innate righteousness!
I believe (though I may be wrong) that this superb young
woman is from the ‘Low Righteous’ group. It is my understanding that the ‘High’
or ‘Strict’ Righteous only wear black and white clothes?
High or Low, this woman is my infinite better, and is due my
utmost slavish respect, which I make sure she receives.
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You don't often see the Righteous around these parts! |
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'Thou art but a sinner-slave, wretch! Kiss thee the boots of thy better!' |
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'Yes, Righteous madam. At once, Righteous madam.' |
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'Haha, that be right, sinner-slave. Taste thee the boots of a Righteous woman!' |
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This particular Righteous woman is clearly not only righteous, but kind... |
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...as she has hitched up the hem of her long skirt to show me her black socktops! |
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Just think - every individual STITCH in those straight and narrow lines in her SOCK STITCHING... |
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...is worth more than I am! |
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I must, literally, look up to her Righteous socks, as I taste her brilliant bootleather! |
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No wonder she looks down on me! No wonder she despises me... |
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...the wretched sinner-slave at her feet! |
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She leaves with an air of justifiable haughtiness... |
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...and self-righteousness |
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I can only hope and pray that some of her righteousness will have rubbed off onto my lowly lips from her boots... |
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...though I don't expect it will have! |