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.



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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!


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