Note glanced upwards as Doxi mentioned the hooks.  There weren't hooks per say in the ceiling but several notches cut directly into the stone of the ceiling above.  It was obvious that a rope could easily be looped around one of the protrusions in the notches and held there quite securely.  Doxi of course had no doubt that such an activity had been done before.  Note smiled up at Doxi as she continued to squirm lightly, still bound, under the captain.  She whispered, "I ask only maybe that you give my ass a rest if you're not to let me heal it mistress.  It's quite sore at the moment from that amazing and wonderful fucking you gave me.  Otherwise, you should know that I am yours to command and I want whatever you want, futa dick or otherwise."<br/><br/>Note blushed, a bluish tint rising to her pale cheeks as she added, "If you'd be willing to guide me, I'd be willing to try shaping one of my own if my mistress wishes it."