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.


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.


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

Who is this worldly Woman,
This Mistress that’s gone global,
Are you ready to enter Her world,
Of domination that is total?

A demanding and strict Disciplinarian,
Is what She claims to be,
A corporal fix for the corporate world,
Is Her philosophy.

She is tall, slim and attractive,
A blond Goddess in every which way,
Words cannot do Her justice,
To see Her will blow you away.

Sent by Slave David.

I saw it on Twitter, my Owner’s command
Write Me a poem, meet My demand

I pondered, I paused, what could I write?
To please my Mistress, my total delight

The first time I met Her, I remember it well
One glimpse of Her beauty, I was under Her spell

Her eyes, Her hair, Her lips, Her leg
Straight on my knees, I wanted to beg

To be Her property, to serve Her forever
All thoughts of freedom, I decided to sever

You can try, She said, but the road will be tough
I can be kind and sweet, but I can also be rough

You’ll be My plaything, a thing to abuse
You’ll have no rights, you’re there to amuse

Obey My orders, or punishment will follow
You’ll feel the pain, and experience the sorrow

Of failing your Mistress, your reason to live
Disobedience is something I never forgive

Not a second’s thought, my mind is so clear
I adore my Mistress, soft or severe

I have started my training, each session is great
My greatest desire, Her slave, my fate

It’s still early, there’s a long way to go
But deep in my heart, I’m certain I know

I am the property, my skin, my bones
Of my Goddess, Mistress Bryce Jones

The Punishment

Through circumstances,

Not in his control,

He was inexcusably late,

Which was never his goal.


The door stood ajar,

Mistress Bryce Jones must be waiting,

He was surely in trouble,

What was She debating.


As he entered Her realm,

Embarrassed and meek,

He dropped to the floor,

Her forgiveness to seek.


She came in full view,

Standing tall and with might,

The Ultimate Mistress,

What a powerful sight.


Her dominant stance,

Made him shiver with fear,

He knew what was coming,

A punishment was near.


She stood feet apart,

With hands poised on Her hips,

With a stern wicked glare,

And those full pouty lips.


In one hand She held,

A paddle of leather,

A spanking was coming,

And not with a feather.


He cowered at Her feet,

Kissing softly but fast,

Hoping She would soften,

And Her anger would pass.


That was not to be,

Over the knee and with haste,

She had him positioned,

Without a moment to waste.


She held him in place,

He dared not resist,

He had been a bad slave,

And now She was pissed.


The punishment came fast,

Stroke after stroke,

Harder and harder,

He would be beaten and broke.


Each powerful stroke,

Caused his body to quiver,

He had to endure,

As She continued to deliver.


His bottom turned red,

And felt warm to the touch,

A feeling he had yet,

To experience that much.


When She was finished,

He dropped to the floor,

Ready to worship,

Her feet and much more.


She allowed him to thank Her,

For such a painful display,

A punishment much deserved,

For his lateness.

People assume that a performing dominatrix would offer a fetish performance fit only for adults,  with an x rated pornographic theme. They would be mistaken if they thought that, rest assured Manchester Mistress Bryce-Jones is so different.


Well… thank you all for your recent scenario requests, it’s been a pleasure to help you out in your quest for BDSM satisfaction. Keep them coming and we will try and book you in for a session.

Anything you dream of, fantasize about or lust for., send the details request the session then enjoy your pain! Manchester is where it’s at, come in soon!


Calling all slaves and miserable wretches.

Scenario requests… send them in!

Anything you dream of, fantasize about or lust for., send the details request the session then enjoy your pain! Manchester is where it’s at, come in soon!


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