So sorry about the delay, hope you enjoy.

During dinner, Mr. Bennet scarcely spoke at all; but when the servants were withdrawn, he thought it time to have some conversation with his guest, and therefore started a subject in which he expected him to shine, by observing that he seemed very fortunate in his patroness. Lady Catherine de Bourgh's attention to his wishes, and consideration for his comfort and devious tendencies, appeared very remarkable. Mr. Bennet could not have chosen better. Mr. Collins was eloquent in her praise. The subject elevated him more than usual solemnity of manner and the memory of her crotchless leather mistress – detailed too Mr. Bennet in detail – also reestablished Mr. Collins's erection after the delightful climax administered so thoroughly by Mr. Bennet's youngest not an hour before; and with a most important aspect he protested that he had never in his life witnessed such expertly executed dominatrix behaviour in a person of rank – such affability and condescension, as he had himself experienced form Lady Catherine. She had been graciously pleased to approve of both of the discourses which had already had the honour of preaching before her. She had also asked him twice to dine at Rosings, and sent for him only the Saturday before, to make up her pool of sadomasochism in the evening. Lady Catherine was reckoned overly rough by many people he knew, but "he had never seen anything affability in her. She has always spoken to him as she would to any other gentleman; she made not the smallest objection to his joining I the society of bisexuals of the neighbourhood nor to his leaving the parish occasionally for a week or two, to visit his regular whores. She had even condescended to advise him to marry as soon as he could, provided he chose with discretion; and had once paid him a visit in his humble parsonage, where she had perfectly approved all the alterations he had been making to the torture chamber, and had even vouch-safed to suggest some improvements herself – some additional chains, and whips of several varieties, which they had proceeded to put to good use and the combination of which" – Mr. Collin's could humbly admit to his hosts – "had bought him not only to his knees but produced the most excruciatingly-intense peak he had ever indeed experienced."

"That is all very proper and civil, I am sure," said Mrs. Bennet, "and I dare say she is very agreeable woman. It is a pity that great ladies in general are not more like her. Does she live near you, sir?"

"The garden in which stands my humble abode is separated only by a lane form Rosings Park, her ladyship's residence."

"I think you said she was a widow, sir? Has she any family?"

"She has only one daughter, the heiress of Rosings, who is her understudy and reasonable skilled with a whip herself; and of very extensive property."

"Ah"! said Mrs. Bennet, shaking her head, "then she is better off than many girls. And what sort of lady is she? Is she exceedingly domineering? Does she make you call her 'mistress'? Is she handsome?"

"She is a most charming and forceful young lady indeed. Lady Catherine herself says that, in point of true beauty, Miss de Bourgh is far superior to the handsomest of her sex, because there is that in her features which mark the young lady of distinguished birth; and her sex, which I have had the privilege of penetrating upon more than one occasion, is, to be sure, as gripping and demanding as one might expect. She does not come easily and only achieves orgasm at the administrations of more than one gentleman at a time. She is unfortunately of a sickly constitution, which has prevented her from making progress in many accomplishments which she could not have otherwise failed of, as I am informed by the lady who superintended her education, and who still resides with them. But she is perfectly amiable, and often condescends to frequent my humble abode with her thunderbeads and gimp in tow, a situation I find more than amenable, if you get my meaning."

"Has she been presented? I do not remember her name among the ladies court."

"Has she been presented?' Indeed. Repeatedly and in every position imaginable, but only at her own residence. Her indifferent state of health unhappily prevents her being in town; and by that means, as I told Lady Catherine one day, has deprived the British court of its brightest ornaments. Her ladyship seemed pleased with the idea; and you may imagine that I am happy on every occasion to offer those little delicate compliments which are always acceptable to ladies. I have more than once observed to Lady Catherine, that her charming daughter seemed born to be a duchess, and that the most elevated rank, instead of giving her consequence, would be by adorned by her. Let's be honest, I said to Lady Catherine: who isn't charmed by the thought of a dominatrix duchess? A bejeweled crown when paired with stiletto boots, a whip and a saucy little leather toy belt – and not a stitch more – certainly paints a pleasing picture in one's naughty fantasies, wouldn't you agree? These are the kind of things which please her ladyship, and it is not a sort of attention which I conceive myself peculiarly bound to pay."

"You judge very properly," said Mr. Bennet, "and it is happy for you that you possess the talent of flattering with delicacy. May I ask whether these pleasing attentions proceed from the impulse of the moment, or are the result of previous study?"

"The arise chiefly from what is passing at the time, and though I sometimes amuse myself with suggesting and arranging such little elegant compliments as may be adapted to ordinary occasions, I always wish to give them as unstudied an air as possibly. And may topic relate to the conflagration of pleasure and pain gives rise to the more charitable side of my nature, it must be said."

Mr. Bennet's expectations were fully answered. His cousin was as absurd as he had hoped, and he listened to him with the keenest enjoyment, maintaining at the same time the most resolute composure of countenance, and, except an occasional glance at Elizabeth, requiring no partner in his pleasure. Mr. Bennet privately avowed that he, too, would dress one of his concubines in the exact outfit Mr. Collins described, and at his very next visit to the bordello.

By tea-time, however, the dose had been enough, and Mr. Bennet was glad to take his guest into the drawing room again, and, when tea was over, glad to invite him to read aloud to the ladies. Mr. Collins readily assented, and a book was produced; but, on beholding it (for everything announced it to be from a circulating library), he started back, and begging pardon, protested that he never read how-to guides on the sensual arts. Kitty stared at him, and Lydia exclaimed. Other books were produced, and after some deliberation he chose one of Lydia's favourites: Naughty or Nice, Spit or Swallow?: Ladies' Guide to Fellatio. Lydia gaped as he opened the volume, and before he had, with very monotonous solemnity, read three pages, she interrupted him with:

"Speaking of fellatio, do you know, mamma, that my uncle Phillips talks of turning away Richard; and if he does, Colonel Foster will hire him. My aunt told me so herself on Saturday. I shall walk to Merton tomorrow to hear more about it, and to ask when Mr. Denny comes back from town."

Lydia was bid by her two oldest sister to hold her tongue; but Mr. Collins, much offended, laid aside his book, and said:

"I have often observed how little young ladies are interested by books of a serious stamp, though written solely for their benefit. It amazes me, I confess; for certainly, there can be nothing so advantageous to them as instruction. Having experienced your knowledge of fellatio first-hand, I can confirm that you are indeed skilled, yet by no means without need od repeated practice to further enhance your talent. But I will no longer importune my young cousin."

Then turning to Mr. Bennet, he offered himself as his antagonist at backgammon. Mr., Bennet accepted the challenge, observing that he acted very wisely in leaving the girls tot their own trifling amusements. Mrs. Bennet and her daughters apologized more civilly for Lydia's interruption. The three girls rubbed a cherry red nipple to his mouth, promising not only that it would not happen again but that she would avail herself to his instruction at a later hour, if he would resume his book; but Mr. Collins, after assuring them that he bore his young cousin only limited ill-will, which he fully intended to exact his excitable revenge for, and sooner rather than later, nipped lightly on her nipple with his teeth, causing Lydia to squeal. Lydia's rudeness had not only ruffled his feathers, it had also inspired a roaring erection – at least as roaring as an erection could be for a man of his rather diminutive size in that department – further enhanced by the three topless young girls that were now touching him not only with their pert young breast but also with their cool, slender fingers. Through the haze of his arousal, and after spending the evening in the company of five luscious young virgins, Mr. Collins voiced his desire to exceed his earlier demands.

"To appease me in the wake of such an affront, I really must insist that all five girls accompany me to my bedchambers, and post haste. Strip yourselves bare, ladies, and follow me."

Mrs. Bennet smiled at the sight of her glorious progeny and bid the girls goodnight, reminding an eager Mr. Collins of her one stipulation: "My dear Mr., Collins, we do reasonably insist that the girls' maidenhood remain in tact, unless your insistence is followed by an immediate marriage proposal. All other activities, however, are more than acceptable, and I do believe you'll find their bedroom manners to be feisty and exceedingly thorough."

Once he had retreated to his guest quarters with the girls, he commanded that they undress him, and they obliged him most obediently and suitably coy affectations. Mr. Collins reclined on the bed, surrounded by the girls, his small arousal purpled with excitement, and attended to his first order of business.

"My dear cousin Lydia. I'm afraid I must insist that you mollify me immediately, in the wake of your earlier outburst. Kneel between knees and beg my forgiveness. As promised, I will instruct your technique until that naughty little mouth has met my demanding approval."

Lydia attended to him, and found his somewhat miniature member rather easy to accommodate, following his demands adequately and with an only slightly roughened approach that was befitting a combination of her youthful insolence, a resigned acceptance, and a burgeoning skill that was in fact becoming highly impressive.

Mr. Collins coached Lydia with great generosity. "Grip me with one hand, at the base, squeezing but not too forcefully. Now ease me between those puffy little lips, deeper, and deeper still. Use your tongue to stroke me as your debase me with your mouth and your hands. If you tilt your head back just so, dear, you'll find that you can take me all the way to the back of your throat. Do not roll your eyes at me, young lady. I do reach the back of your throat, almost. Now I must insist that you suck with a little more enthusiasm. Better. And with your other hand, tease me. Not so roughly. Gently, playfully. Don't be afraid to wander. Oh yes, that's a creative placement and again. That's it; you are pleasing indeed dear Lydia. Increase your suction just slightly and get a feel for the rhythm so that you ease off between pulls and increase the momentum in a slow, deliberate cyclical crescendo. Try too be so tentative. Ah yes. Much improved, I can assure you. Carry on now, while I attend to your sisters.

"Jane, come closer. Pray let me look at you. You have the most luscious-looking sex, have you been informed thusly."

"Why, yes, Mr. Collins. It has been mentioned once or twice."

"I'm afraid I simply must taste you. Come hither, and straddle me with your knees, just so. Lower yourself down to my face so I can lick you at my leisure." As it was in Jane's nature to be generous and obliging to a fault, she did as he instructed. "Kitty, Mary, while Lydia attends to me – you're doing exceedingly well, Lydia, careful with those teeth, mind you, yes that's it, slowly, a little faster. Oh yes, perfect. Oh yes – and while I attend to Jane; Mary, Kitty, take Jane's nipples in your mouths, on each, and suck lightly. Very nice. Use your tongues so I can see them; circle her nipples with them and lick her breasts, as though they've been dipped in honey, which they very nearly have, I dare say; take her nipples in your mouths again; suck on them languorously as I avail myself here. Now, where's Elizabeth?"

"Here, Mr. Collins."

"In what way would it please you to accompany?"

"I am content to observe, dear cousin."

"Elizabeth prefers to abstain from much of the participation," said Mary. "She is a romantic at heart. She endeavours to save her elation for the marriage bed, or at least until it is within sight."

"Quaint but admirable, I suppose," commented Mr. Collins, groaning softly at a particularly zealous movement of Lydia's tongue. "And allowable, perhaps, since I'm not certain I could engage you at present; it would seem I quite literally have my hands full." He chuckled happily, reaching up to tweak Mary's breast the grasping Jane's buttocks in his hands and pulling her closer to his mouth.

"In that case, Elizabeth, watch carefully. You can learn admirably from your talented and more forthcoming sisters. You girls are certainly well mannered in the sensual arts. Your beauty combined with a natural ability are certainly in evidence tonight. Oh, Lydia, yes. Mary, Kitty, commendable indeed, Jane, I simply cannot bear to wait another moment. The countenance of your exquisite quim at such close proximity fills me with joy," And with that, he licked at Jane's sex hungrily, saying no more.

Mr. Collins, for all his foibles, of which there many, did know his way around a women's clitoris. He feasted with great enjoyment and his fingers wandered most indecently, touch her everywhere, including a pauseful barely there brush at her rear entrance, a location that reminded him fondly of his dear patroness, Lady Catherine de Bourgh. The mere thought, combined with the plethora of sensuality his lovely cousins afforded him, was very nearly enough to finish him off. He licked into Jane, pleasingly discovering a soft clenching of her sex around his tongue and, with that final encouragement, allowed himself to burst luxuriously into Lydia's mouth.