I woke the next morning to Sheena's sweet kisses. Once my eyes were open the golden jungle goddess smiled at me and kissed her way down my body. My arms and legs were stiff and numb from having been immobilized all night but I could not have cared less. I certainly didn't feel any discomfort as Sheena slid her sweet lips all over my shaft with the same amazing intensity of the night before. To my utter delight Sheena mounted me again. I watched her lovely tits bounce evocatively as she slid her secret place up and down my manhood.
She was so finely muscled that it was like watching a she panther work. Sheena was a perfect physical specimen. She was more fit than any female yoga instructor on the planet. As she rode us both to climaxed she screamed and called my "Pretty man" over and over again. As she collapsed on top of me after our second lovemaking session her voice said sweetly. "Sheena love taming Pretty man."
I ached to take her in my arms. There was so much that I wanted to teach her, the goodness of having a man wrap himself about a woman. The goodness of nibbling her nipples and dining on her blonde box. Instinctively I knew that that would come with time. I had to gain Sheena's trust. I knew also that I would have to let her lead. I could never imagine a situation where Sheena would take orders from any man, least of all me.
Starting with my left leg, Sheena untied my bonds. Finally my right arm was liberated and I sat up and began to massage my limbs until the circulation was restored. I realized that it was very early in the day as the sun outside the window was just filling the horizon with the rays of dawn. I remembered that the night before we had turned in just as night had fallen. I realized that Sheena lived attuned to the natural cycles of day and night. I did spy some old style native lamps in various places about the neat hut but I imagined that Sheena only lit them in an emergency.
"Pretty man," Sheena asked me "You like when Sheena tame you?'"
"Yes, Sheena, I enjoy that very much!"
"Good, when we come back from market, I tame you again."
"Sheena," I replied, "next time you don't have to tie me down. It might be more fun for you if I can hug and embrace you while you tame me."
Sheena's deep blue eyes seemed lost in thought. At last she replied.
"Perhaps you right, Pretty man. But if you mean to trick me Sheena make you sorry that you were born."
I sat and watched as the gloriously naked Sheena began filling a homemade rucksack with the skins of small animals, teeth and bones. She also placed in a large supply of large exotic native fruit. From my brief excursions into the local markets I knew that these were Junglesop, an ugly but delicious native species that the locals paid top dollar for. I recalled what I had paid for one to split with some of the guys back at the compound and realized that Sheena, were she interested in money, could be a very rich woman.
After escorting me to the bathroom area and back, Sheena handed me my loincloth and vest. While I dressed, she wriggled enticingly into her cheetah skin and carefully combed out her hair. I could not help but notice that the comb Sheena used was modern, as was the mirror she gazed in as she arrayed her golden mane. She looked at me, eyed my unkempt hair and stroked the stubble on my face.
"Come, Pretty, man."
She had me sit in a chair and she combed my hair. It was not a style I liked but I was not about to complain.
"Sheena have razor. When we return from market, I shave your face."
"Are you sure, Sheena? I can do the job myself."
"Sheena shave her legs and under arms. M'bua told me my mother did that so I do it too. Sheena good with razor. Also Sheena not foolish enough to give Pretty man weapon until I know he very tame."
Sheena lashed my leash to the central pole while she prepared breakfast. The morning meal was very simple. I was delighted to discover coffee on the table. It was black and profoundly bitter as in the local style but it felt wonderful sliding down my throat. For a moment I imagined myself in the apartment of an old girlfriend sitting down to one of her fantastic cups of Joe. But Sheena was not like that vision from my past in any way. Sheena was more beautiful, more fierce, and far sweeter. Sheena was a woman princes combed their realms in hopes of finding. Sheena was like every best dream personified.
After we finished eating, Sheena placed the heaviest sack over my shoulders and said smiling, "Sheena not have to make two trips today." She stared intently in my eyes and very solemnly stated "Pretty man, you obey Sheena today fully and when Sheena tame you later, she no tie you down. You be bad, Pretty man, Sheena no be nice to you for the rest of the day."
The weight on my back was something of a surprise. I had new respect for Sheena's amazing strength . She took leash and patiently led me out of the hut and into the jungle. I knew, more or less, where the native village stood in relation to the research compound, but I had no idea where Sheena's hut was located. I noted that Sheena was again carefully leading in an intentional roundabout way so that I could not gain my bearings. Only the eastern rise of the sun gave me any sense of direction. Then the jungle parted and we were in the native village. I became acutely aware of my attire.
The west had made some inroads even to this remote part of Africa. What little clothing the natives wore was mostly western in style. There were quite a few tee shirts. The skirts on the women were very short and most wore skimpy tops that revealed lovely expanses of ebony bosom. The sound of radios could be heard and there was the occasional internal combustion engine driven vehicle. Soon it would be even more western. Part of the agreement with the local government for permission to construct our compound mandated that we allow cell phone towers. These natives would soon be calling each other on their smart phones, just like any residents of the first world. I realized that the phones would bring such wonders as the internet and instant communication, but I could not help but mourn what would be lost.
Sheena attracted little notice from the locals. One or two bowed to her and Sheena exchanged greetings with others. I realized that she must be a very familiar sight. It amazed me that one as beautiful as Sheena could elicit mere boredom and lack of novelty. I, on the other hand, attracted significant attention. Often Sheena gestured at me while she was chatting with a local. I spied shy smiles and knowing nods from them as we passed. I wondered if any of my coworkers would be in the village today, but then I recalled that our visits were mostly weekend affairs.
At least we stopped before a larger than average storefront. The proprietor, a large genial man with a broad face and and a wide smile greeted Sheena as though she were an old friend, which he probably was. Sheena tied my leash to a nearby post and removed the sack from my back.
"N'tri and Sheena have to argue over price. It game we play but it is the way of the village. You be good and wait for Sheena, Pretty man."
I watched Sheena disappear into the store and realized that I was supremely alone in the world. I did not know more than a few words of the local language. I did not know the people. I did not know how long Sheena would be. And how I was dressed, I was practically naked in a very alien world.
It did not take time for me to attract even more attention. A group of five beautiful African women encircled me. All were tall, slim and dark, with long legs and languid brown eyes. They seemed fascinated with me, stroking my hair and rubbing my skin. One of them grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast. I felt her fine mound of womanhood beneath the thin and skimpy garment.
"Hey white boy," she said repeatedly in what was apparently the only English she knew. I desperately missed Sheena. I tried to pull away from the curious lovely women, but there was very little place I could go. The women seemed quite content with me collared on the end of the leash. They laughed as I tried to pull away and then began talking to me in a soothing way.
One of them, if I am honest I will say that this one was the most beautiful of the five, started feeling my arm muscles and my chest. To my considerable surprise she forced her hand into my loincloth and started stroking my penis. It was simultaneously confounding and arousing. She broke out in a big grin when I became hard. I saw a look of devilment in her eyes. What she intended to do next I will never know because Sheena reappeared at that moment.
There was loud yelling in the native dialect. Sheena was livid and screaming like a banshee. She and the woman who had been feeling me up went cheek to jowl. I honestly thought that a fistfight would break out between Sheena and the statuesque native woman who had only reluctantly withdrawn her hand from my loincloth. There was obvious bad blood between Sheena and this woman. The other four women separated the two before any actual exchange of blows. A short time later the other four women dragged away the one who had taken such a keen interest in me.
Before I could ask questions Sheena answered them, "That Mari. She old enemy of Sheena. She hate me since we little girls. She make me so angry! She say "Our men taboo to Sheena, but Sheena's man not taboo to us!" Then Sheena emitted a yell of frustration and continued. "If not for my vow to M'bua Sheena sneak into Mari's hut and skin her like I skin animals!"
I noticed that Sheena held a wad of native currency. Naively, I had imagined my jungle goddess immune to the curse of cash and the world of money. Sheena untied my leash and pulled me along behind her. What followed was a shopping trip, not unlike those that occur in every part of the world.
