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08Jul 2015

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I will never forget the first time I saw Mistress Bryce-Jones. I had already been kidnapped, but with a blindfold on, I was not able to see her. But after having spent some time in the trunk of a car, I was taken to the dungeon, and the blindfold was removed. I will never forget when I saw her face that first time. She is a natural beauty, and has a face I would love to wake up to every morning.

But don’t let her beauty fool you, because she is a sadistic Mistress. She will mix pleasure and pain in a way that will totally mess up your mind! But whatever she do to you, she does it with a smile! And it’s such a turn-on to see there great pleasure she takes in tormenting her victims!

It didn’t take long before I was back for another kidnap, and now I’m wondering when I can see her again!

28Jun 2015

Mistress Bryce-Jones is an extraordinary Mistress.  I first met her a few weeks ago and I have now had 2 incredible sessions with her.

I have been lucky in that over the years, I have had sessions with some of the best Mistresses in the UK.  I choose only to session with the very best Mistresses, and I have had some wonderful experiences.  Mistress Bryce-Jones  has few peers, and there are many reasons for that.

I read the text on Mistress Bryce Jones’ website thoroughly before going to session with her for the first time.  The text on her website reveals her unparalleled knowledge of the Dominant / submissive symbiosis, as well as her extremely high level of intelligence.  It also reveals the incredible effort that she has put into everything she does.  While reading her text, it became obvious to me that a session with Mistress Bryce-Jones was going to be a very special experience indeed.  And so it was.

Mistress Bryce-Jones is a perfectionist, and highly attentive and responsive to every detail I had given her regarding my session interests.  She is also deeply knowledgeable about the psychology of the submissive, and she uses this to the maximum effect.

On arriving at the dungeon in Swinton, Manchester, I was taken aback by her beauty.  Mistress has a pure, natural beauty, and she has the perfect figure that comes with strict attention to diet and exercise. Mistress is scrupulously clean, as is her dungeon, both giving me further confirmation of the phenomenal effort she makes in everything she does.

The first session was nothing short of absolute perfection from start to finish.  Mistress Bryce-Jones got me into subspace within a few seconds of arriving and I was still there right at the end.  So much so that Mistress gently and caringly brought me out of subspace and back to normality after the session had ended.

Mistress Bryce-Jones is the only Mistress I have ever been able to completely surrender to.  Before my second session, I asked Mistress to take control and do exactly what she wanted to do to me.  No safewords, no traffic light analogies, etc.  I have absolute 100% trust in her.  What followed was the most incredible sequence of mutually enjoyable experiences that I have ever participated in.  A session with Mistress Bryce-Jones is not one way traffic.   She thoroughly enjoys everything she does, and feeds off your reactions to what she is doing to you, increasing her Dominance of you and your submission to her.  I recommend that you put your trust into Mistress Bryce-Jones and submit to her without question.  You will soon find that by obeying her, you will be taken to a place where few submissives ever go.

Whatever your submissive needs, as long as they are sane and healthy, Mistress Bryce-Jones will understand and deal with them far better and more intelligently than anyone else ever could.

My hope is that you will visit Manchester Mistress Bryce-Jones, because if you want to session with the very best Mistress and experience a synergistic session of the most supreme kind, then in my opinion nobody else compares. I also hope that you will write a better testimonial than my humble offering.  I look forward to reading it here.

Mistress Bryce-Jones, thank you from the bottom of my heart for the most wonderful experiences I have ever had. You are amazing.  Awesome.

peter

30Apr 2015

I initially went to see a mistress after picking up the courage to do so, at 80 years old it was not an easy thing to do,but it was on my list of things to do before I was unable to, so off I went, I must say I was put off by the experience, I seemed in the way, I was given punishment which was to hard, and I had to ask for it to stop, she then tried to arouse me, but with age and by now more interested in getting out of the place  this was a failure, finally and thankfully it came to an end. I wasn’t interested in another encounter, and put the idea on the back burner.

But it was always in the back of my mind though, surely it mustn’t all be like that, I was told by an acquaintance who I new used mistresses and who I confided in, to book in with Mistress Bryce-Jones, I looked at her web site and was  impressed, but felt very nervous about taking the plunge, but I emailed and booked in, I explained my past and only experience plus my age, I got a pleasant message back and I booked in for a session. I arrived pressed the buzzer,  and was greeted by a well dressed lady with a big smile and felt at ease within the first 5 minutes, she sat me down and we went through my past experience, she named a list of things that she suggested I might like, I was a little concerned as we had talked and was still talking with  easily 20 mins gone, my thoughts were by the time a undress and get in the dungeon my time would be nearly up, she picked up on this and said with a smile , your time will start when we start your session, again I felt awful even thinking that my time was being wasted.

We entered the dungeon, it was full of things, like an Aladdin’s cave, I noticed how spotlessly clean it was, I will not go into detail but let me say this, I went to heaven and back, my time flew by, what a fantastic lady, she certainly knows her job, she is an expert and professional in every way,  I did not want to go home, I felt I must tell anyone who will listen and who are into fetish this lady is out of this world, I would like to go and spend every day if I could, and forget the rest of my things to do. The difference in my first experience and my time with Mistress Bryce-Jones was chalk and cheese

Jack P.
P.S. had a cuppa coffee and chat with this beautiful lady before my journey home.

13Apr 2015

Dear Mistress, I ache for you in every sense!

My brain needs not to think nor decide; my personality desires to be dominated and humiliated in a variety of ways, including being penetrated by your strap-on. My mind needs to know I have no option as I will be tightly restrained, only able to twitch perhaps?

My eyes want to see your whole being; perhaps from level with your high boot heels as you climb the stairs ahead of me, then of course in full when upstairs.

My body needs your touches in whichever way you wish and of course is urgently in need of Pain inflicted for your pleasure and be used as furniture, e.g. as carpet or footstool.

My mouth would like to taste your clothes especially your Boots, leather or other body material, heels deep in throat, soles cleaned.

Whatever else would please you.

After Tuesday my diary is completely empty for the week and weekend; so an ideal time to ‘play.’

distant admirer and servant

26Mar 2015

I was nervous about my first session with Mistress Bryce-Jones. I’ve known of her for many years and I knew that she has trained several other Mistresses, so I knew that she must be a seriously good Mistress. I was therefore somewhat overawed by her.

There is plentiful free parking outside the dungeon.  I’d travelled for 2 and a half hours to get there and I was a bit early, but Mistress agreed to see me before the agreed time, so I went straight in.

The multi roomed dungeon is large and well equipped with the highest quality equipment, and maintained in spotless condition.  Very impressive.

One often reads in testimonials that the Mistress looks even more beautiful in person than the photos on the website would suggest. In fairness to the photos, a 2 dimensional photo is never going to look as nice as a living, moving Mistress in person. Mistress Bryce Jones is no exception. She has a very beautiful face, perfect figure, sexy legs and beautiful sexy feet that I really longed to worship. I was taken aback by her beauty as soon as I saw her.

Mistress had asked about my preferences and hard limits via email, so the session started as soon as I arrived. Her unparalleled expertise was evident as soon as the session started. She noticed I was still nervous and she immediately calmed and relaxed me, before taking me on the most wonderful BDSM journey I have ever experienced.

Mistress started with shoe and foot worship – a really delightful experience. I was then strapped face up on the bench and subjected to CBT and NT.

The electrics used for CBT are of the highest quality.  I’ve never experienced electrics as good as these before.

Being tortured and humiliated by such a beautiful Mistress of the highest echelon is an exquisitively wonderful experience that one rarely experiences.

Everything about Mistress Bryce-Jones is absolutely top class. She is the Queen of Mistresses.  The very best of the best. If you want a BDSM experience that cannot be bettered I strongly recommend that you book a session with Manchester Mistress Bryce-Jones

19Mar 2015

My upskirt role-play session with Manchester Mistress Bryce-Jones came around after years of wrestling with the idea. After reaching the age of 57, it was on my to do list and after ticking off most of the to do’s I was running out of options.

I have visited many UK mistress directory websites over the years and read many comments; who do I choose? Living just outside of London where there were plenty of mistresses available within the city, seemed at first that it would not be a problem arranging to book a session, but certain reviews I read kept coming into my mind like… ESCORT WITH A WHIP, ONE TRICK PONY, NEEDS TO LOSE WEIGHT, DOSENT LOOK LIKE HER PHOTOS, NOT WORTH THE MONEY etc. I thought to myself… this is going to be so very much more harder than I had first anticipated and maybe I am just so much better off thinking about my role-play fantasy and masturbating to myself in private; I have been doing that for over 20 years.

After putting it off yet again, and after a few months of enjoying myself alone thinking of my role-play fantasy, I got to thinking that maybe my wife has thoughts like mine; shall I approach the subject? Worth a try I thought to myself, and we do get kinky, maybe this is the answer to my role-play dreams. The night came around to where we indulge (Saturday night) and thought to myself how sad life has become, sex night is planned for the rest of my life. I was always in bed first on nookie night (happened that way) as I do need to get myself at least semi hard before she makes her grand entrance from the bathroom in her suspenders and stockings; she thinks it still turns me on. I try to remember how she looked 20 years ago, not the same these days… think I will maybe ask another time; I must concentrate on doing a ‘husbands’ job.

The next day I decided that’s it, I am going to visit a mistress no matter what, I get a call from my secretary, “can you travel down to Manchester because there is a problem at the Manchester branch and they need you there?” I replied, “right Bridget, let me talk with them on the phone and I will get back to you as soon as possible so that you can arrange my traveling arrangements.” After ringing about the problem, I thought to myself that I will be there and back the same day; I hate being stuck in a hotel on my own. Then it struck me, why don’t I visit a mistress in Manchester whilst I am there, I am not likely to bump into someone I know, will not matter if someone sees me going in the place. I rang my secretary “book me in the hotel for Thursday and Friday, it’s going to take a couple of days sorting their mess out.”

With these thoughts to hand, I started to look at a few dominatrix and Manchester mistress directories for mistresses; I found a directory and entered the website of Mistress Bryce-Jones. I read about Mistress being a global mistress and that Mistress had tutored different mistresses, claimed that she could do all types of BDSM and fetish, her tour of her dungeon fascinated me, her choice of dress was exquisite and there was one photo of her in a long red latex dress with her head thrown back laughing away; most of the other photos through the years I had looked at of other mistresses, were all so serious trying to look as terrifying as possible. Here was this beautiful lady with the biggest smile looking as if she is really enjoying herself (nice change); she got me hook line and sinker! Time for me to pluck up the courage.

I decided to email Mistress Bryce-Jones, explained how nervous I was and that I was a novice and told Mistress Bryce-Jones I wanted a scenario around something I could not stop thinking about for 30 years or so, I explained how I was a privileged child growing up in a big house, going to private school, my parents had an au pair girl from Sweden, in my eyes at my age she was a princess, I was fascinated with her, her accent everything, then… I told mistress my story.

We had a long steep staircase which I use to sit at the bottom of to play with my toys every night, Elsa the au pair use to go to bed at exactly 9.00pm, and after watching her go upstairs whilst I was sat playing, I started to look up her skirt as she climbed the stairs, after a period of time this started to arouse me more and more, I had just started to masturbate so this was a right turn on. The days were so slow waiting for her to show me her lovely long legs and her lovely underwear that was different every night of the week, I use to get a real thrill when on the odd occasion her underwear on one side would get stuck in the beautiful crack that divided the cheeks of her gorgeous soft peach bottom, this gave me a better view of her delicious bum, I lived for 9.00pm… why couldn’t it be 9.00pm all the time.

Elsa after a while realized what I was doing, and never said a word, but she gave me that smile just before she made her nightly trip upstairs. Time passed and after her shower night – which was Friday – she started to come to the very bottom of the stairs in her short silk dressing gown and in such a gentle voice said “Andrew could you please get me a glass of milk”. Mum and dad were in the main living room with the telly on as noisy as ever, I ran to the kitchen, opened the fridge and poured Elsa her milk, I took it to her, and with a soft “good boy” tone to her voice she turned around and purposely walked upstairs ever so slowly, I had a real hard on, she must have noticed the evolving bulge in my pants, I thought going red as a beetroot, then I realized that she had no underwear on… well without having to touch myself, I had the biggest cum ever in my pants; as she reached the top, she turned around and with a lovely smile she looked at me and said “good night Andrew”. After a few months of this repeating, I got home and mum said Elsa had to go home as her father was sick, I was devastated and that was the last time I saw Elsa mistress.

“Leave it with me” Mistress Bryce-Jones said, “book by mail, say the day and time you would like to request, and… bring some shorts and boys socks that come down to the knee.”

The day of my first visit I found myself stood at the door of the famous Mistress Bryce-Jones, I pressed the buzzer, the door opened and I walked upstairs into the reception room. I could hear Mistress on the phone to someone but couldn’t tell what was being said, then the phone went down and the reception door opened “sorry about that Andrew, I am on my own today” – which made me feel very relaxed – “would you like a drink?” Mistress asked, “no thanks” I replied “is this the first time you have seen a Mistress?” yes I replied “the first thing to learn Andrew is that when you answer back to me… you should refer to me as Mistress”, “so it’s no thanks Mistress” ok?

Mistress talked to me in a nice warm voice when correcting me and not in a humiliating way; I knew Mistress meant exactly what she said. “I want you to put your shorts and socks on, here is a cap” handing me a school boy’s cap and school tie, “I will be back soon… you get ready”; I couldn’t help thinking how much Mistress resembled my beautiful Elsa. I quickly changed, feeling a little embarrassed standing there like an overgrown school boy, Mistress came back into the room and looked fantastic in a short mini, high heels and a lovely top. “Come with me Andrew” and I excitedly followed Mistress thinking this is where we go into the dungeon, but no, we walked down the stairs ”sit there Andrew and play with this” and after handing me a toy train I sat down on the floor and looked at Mistress, “don’t look at me play with your toy”. I started to play with my toy, I heard Mistress say in a soft quite voice ”just listen Andrew without looking at me, the only time you can look at me is when you think I am halfway up those stairs, do you understand?“, “yes mistress” I replied.

Mistress started talking to me with ”hello Andrew it’s Elsa, I have come to see you” in a broken accent and told me that she had to go home as her father was sick and could not come back; I had my eyes closed, my mind went right back and I was imagining myself at the bottom of the stairs in my old home. Mistress knew I was waiting for her to walk up the stairs and could see me excited by the bulge in my shorts, then Mistress started to ask me questions “did you like my legs? and “did you like my bottom?” I so wanted to be nude for Mistress, my prick by now was rock hard, my brain had made up my mind that Mistress was really Elsa talking to me.

I heard Mistress starting to walk up the stairs, and remembering my instructions and thinking to myself that Mistress is now half way up the stairs… I opened my eyes and looked up. I could see right up the skirt of Mistress, one side of her underwear was stuck right into the crack of her bottom… just as I had explained in my email.

Mistress shouted from the top of the stairs for me to close my eyes and then began walking down, and said that we would repeat this each time, and told me that I was not allowed to open my eyes until I sensed that Mistress is half way. “Before opening your eyes Andrew, think Saturday, then we repeat, and the second time Sunday and so on, until we have done every day of the week Andrew”, “yes mistress” I replied. I heard Mistress starting to walk up the stairs, and whilst thinking to myself about when Mistress would reach half way up the stairs… I opened my eyes and there again… this beautiful bottom, deliciously lovely legs and different coloured underwear which changed each time to blue, green, pink and many other colours as we progressed through every day of the week.

I had completely forgotten that I was dressed in boys shorts, boys socks, boys school cap, tie and the feeling in my loins was even more important; Mistress was taking a while and I wondered why. I soon discovered the answer (thinking to myself that Mistress is now half way) when I opened my eyes… silky short night robe, and wow no underwear! Mistress turned her head and looking back… Mistress gave me that look (as much to say) “look at this naughty boy”. Mistress then smiled at me (Mistress looked so very much like my princess Elsa) and I just shot the biggest load of my entire life. I didn’t even realize that I had got my cock out, I didn’t even feel silly the way in which I was dressed; standing there with juices dripping all over me, god only knows what happened to the toy train I was given.

I showered, got dressed and ready to go with this amazing experience clearly imprinted in my mind, I was thinking to myself… I can’t wait to come back again as soon as possible to see my new princess Mistress Bryce-Jones.

Andrew

02Mar 2015

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Mistress Bryce-Jones holds court in a stunning dungeon location that offers the best of all elements of fetish and BDSM. There is the Main dungeon fully equipped with custom made BDSM furniture, as well as Private Chambers, School room, Nurses station and lounge area.

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24Nov 2014

What the fuck!” I yelled as my car sputtered to the side of the road and died.

My Honda Accord was only two years old and I can’t believe it just died on me. I didn’t even know where I was or how far it was to the next town or a garage. I knew I was somewhere in the northern part of Vermont. It was late October and days were not long up here. By 5 o’clock at night it was dark outside.

I am Mark. A 28 year old white male who loved to be outside. Every year at this time I always took a week or two off from work to go camping somewhere up north. I love the changing of the leaves and the crisp cool nights. And I mean camping. Not being in an RV next to a bunch of other RV’s. I mean being miles from anyone, sleeping in a tent, and cooking my food over a fire I started myself.

But I guess all that would have to wait until I could get my car fixed. Darkness had already fallen so I figured maybe I would just camp in the woods right where I broke down and walk to town in the morning.

As I started to unload my tent out of my trunk I saw headlights approaching me. Being on such a desolate road I was surprised to see a vehicle this late. The car slowed down and came to a stop without me even flagging it down.

“Car trouble sir?” a woman called out from the driver side of the car.

“Yes ma’am” I answered. “I’m not sure what is wrong but I figured I’d camp here tonight.”

“Sir it is supposed to get to 15 degrees tonight. We live a mile down the road. I suggest you stay with me and my friend and I’ll get you into town tomorrow to get your car fixed.” the woman replied.

I wasn’t going to accept their offer until I noticed the driver and passenger were both very attractive late 30’s / early 40’s women. I couldn’t imagine how two beautiful women could live so far out in the sticks but at the time I didn’t care.

“Well then ma’am I think I will take you up on your offer. I appreciate your hospitality and I can even pay for your generosity.” I replied.

“Hurry up and get in and we can talk about that later.” the woman said.

I grabbed my bag of clothes and personal hygiene stuff and climbed in the passenger side as the other woman hopped in the back seat.

“I am Mark and thanks for picking me up.” I said.

“I am Michelle and my friend in the back seat is Lisa.” the female driver replied.

Both women were in great shape and had nice bodies. We drove in silence. It was so dark that I could only see what the headlights lit up.

“Beautiful country.” I said trying to strike up a conversation.

“It really is.” Lisa the girl in the back seat replied.

Before I even could say anything else, Lisa put a gun to my head. Being so dark in the car I couldn’t see what she was doing in the back seat.

“Just shut the fuck up and do what I say if you want to live.” Michelle said.

“OK OK. Oh God! Please don’t hurt me. I have money and I can get more.” I quivered realizing I was scared to death.

“I told you shut up. Next word out of your mouth will be your last.” Michelle yelled.

I wanted to say OK but I bit my tongue and just closed my eyes and said nothing. Michelle pulled the car over to the side of the road. Lisa hopped out of the back seat and opened my door.

Lisa put a collar around my neck and locked it with a padlock. She took a chain and ran it around the headrest and chained it to my collar, holding my neck to the seat. She then handcuffed my hands in front of me. She then took another pair of handcuffs and handcuffed one end around my handcuffs and the other end to my seat. This held my hands down and unable to lift them. A penis gag was shoved down my throat and strapped in place to finish my predicament. Lisa hopped back in the back seat and we were on our way again.

“Here’s the deal Mark.” Michelle said.

“Lisa and I need to get into Canada but our contact is expecting three people. Actually she is expecting three women. You will be the third woman. You can make this easy or you can make it hard on yourself. Do exactly eveything we tell you and a week from now you will be free and on your way home. Fight us and end up like the last one.”

I don’t know if they have killed anyone but I didn’t want to find out. Lisa chained me up and gagged me like nothing so I figure I would just go along with it. In some sick way I was turned on by this.

“If you agree to this just nod yes.” Michelle said

I nodded yes. I didn’t have much choice.

About ten minutes later we pulled off the road and onto an unpaved road which led up to an old farmhouse. I was taken out of the car and my arms we recuffed behind my back. My collar remained locked around my neck and the penis gag strapped in my mouth. I was led inside a farmhouse and led upstairs. Lisa pulled on the ring on my collar to pull me into a bedroom.

“Remember I have the gun so don’t do anything stupid. Tomorrow the fun starts but for now it is time to get you to bed.” Lisa said.

Michelle followed Lisa into the bedroom holding a straitjacket. After Michelle unlocked my handcuffs I was immediately undressed and locked into the leather straitjacket. Before pulling up the straps between my legs Lisa inserted a well lubricated dildo into my ass. I thought I was being split apart. Michelle pulled the straps of the straitjacket between my legs which held the dildo in my ass and attatched them to the jacket. I couldn’t push it out even if I tried.

Lisa pushed me onto the bed. I was in a straitjacket with a dildo locked into my ass and a penis gag strapped down my throat. What came next I wasn’t expecting. Lisa slid me into a pair of black pantyhose and placed locking 4 inch black high heels on me.

Lisa layed me down on my back. I didn’t dare move. She came back with rope. She tied each ankle to a corner of the bed. I was really helpless now. Michelle came back into the bedroom with two lengths of chain. She locked each length of chain to the corners of the headboard of the bed. Each length was attatched to my collar and locked to the D ring on it. So now I couldn’t even move my head off the pillow. I was definitely not going anywhere. I couldn’t believe two women were able to do this to me with so much ease. Even as scared as I was I was even hornier. Chained to bed in a straitjacket wearing pantyhose and heels can do that to a guy.

“Sweet dreams bitch. Tomorrow you become one. Piss me off and I’ll have you sucking dick dressed as a woman forever.” Lisa wickedly said as they both left the bedroom leaving me for the night.

All I could think as I tried to get some sleep is, what is going to happen tomorrow.

 

10Nov 2014

We did a photo shoot Saturday looking forward to seeing the results, they will be on the website shortly.

Things are ticking over and we have a steady flow of new slaves and of course our great faithful’s, I must say that I am blessed with some amazing regulars that I have known years, we are getting a lot of interest in the kidnap scenario and I must say it is really exciting, mistress Jadee and myself are getting experts at it, we have an overseas victim this week and feel it is quite a compliment for a client to travel over to see us, and this is his second time.

We are finding some great kidnapping sites but always need more so if you are reading this and know somewhere or have somewhere (which is even better) then get in touch.

Don’t forget our new mistress Lady Steele, she is available every Friday if booked in advance, if there are any scenarios that you have not been able to reenact or your regular mistress can not do, then give us a call, love a challenge and I insist I can do all fetish and BDSM, that is the beauty of starting so young and traveling the globe to learn my craft.

Keep looking for my next blog which will be in one weeks time.

Mistress

02Nov 2014

This has been a great week at mistress bryce-jones chambers, dungeon, Manchester’s most experienced global Mistress really enjoyed the kidnaps with mistress Jadee, we, although I say it myself are making a great team, we have the kidnap scenario off to a tee, we have had tremendous feedback off our victims.

We picked up a slave off the street today no other than the busy A6 in Manchester, had him dancing before we bundled him into the car boot, it was a bit scary as passing cars were looking to see what was happening, one slowed right down and looked at me, a big smile and a wink reassured him as he wound the window down and said, “you go girl” it was hilarious, scary, and effective for all concerned.

Had a classic in this week, a furries scenario this is someone interested and likes to be a furry animal, it was a nice change from the norm, love the way out stuff, I am here to please lol, was really chuffed when he said that he thought the only mistress who in his mind, could carry this scenario off was me, nice compliment as there are some really good mistresses in Manchester, slaves in the north west are lucky to have such a fantastic range of the finest mistresses in the UK.

Having new photo shoot next week so hope you like them and get off on them, so if you do, get your sorry arses down to Swinton, we are just off the A6 15 mins from Trafford Center, 3 mins from Worsley, 10 mins from Manchester.

Why not try a double domme session, Mistress Jadee and myself, you will love it, that’s if you can take it.

See you soon you wasters. MBJ

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