Foot Pics Have Consequences

"Turn around, arms behind your back."
Already that queasy, squirrely feeling is setting into your stomach as you surrender control to your girlfriend. You are kneeling at her feet below your bed as you shuffle on your knees to face away from her. You hear the small tinkling of chains before padded leather cuffs encircle your wrists.
"On your stomach," your girlfriend orders.
It's a bit awkward to work your way down onto your tummy without face-planting, but as soon as you manage it, your girlfriend takes your feet. Gently, the tops of them cupped in her palms, black-painted toes curling in her grip.
"Does the bad girl know why I'm punishing her?" She says, lightly squeezing your feet.
"N-No...?" You say, voice almost catching in your throat.
"Oh I think you do. I'll give you a hint," she says, taking your feet between her thumb and fingers and wiggling them, "it has to do with these things right here."
You know exactly why. Your cheeks burn crimson with the reason.
"I-I don't-" you stammer.
"I want you to say it out loud."
You squeak and bury your face in the carpet. Not finding this an acceptable answer, your girlfriend gathers up both your ankles in her grip and scribbles her nails up in a path along the edge of your sole starting from your pinkie toe, travelling down the little micro wrinkles of the side of your foot, and swooping all the way around your ankles and up the middle of your arches, getting both feet at once. The effect is like an electrocution as your entire body flops and thrashes in her grip.
"Wahahahait! Stohohohop! It's because I teased anons with my feet on 8kuhuhuhun!" You scream.
The tickling ends and your body sags into the carpet as you pant for breath.
"That's right. Now tell me loud and clear that you need to be punished for being a little foot-tease!"
The words catch in your throat, "I'm, um, I-"
Fortunately, your girlfriend is willing to incentivize you with some wiggling fingers between your toes and then the words come freely.
"Fuhuhuck! I'm a foot-tease and I need to be puhuhuhunished!"
"There we go. Acceptance is the first step to reform."
Your girlfriend lets your feet fall into her lap. A moment later, they also have padded cuffs slipped around them. You let out a small groan. Maybe the first couple of pictures would have been alright, but then you had to prove the anon wrong that was still claiming women don't use the internet in the year 2021 of our lord. Then there was the one with the toetie, the one that looked like you had four toes, the one with your soles crossed in front of each other... Okay, maybe it was a little excessive. You weren't expecting your girlfriend to go this far though, especially for something she's only teased you about before.
"Alright, let's get you up on this bed," she says, pulling you to your feet.
You take ginger steps on the short chain between your ankles before you are close enough that your girlfriend feels comfortable pushing you down onto the bed and rolling you onto your back. Taking your feet once again, she anchors the cuffs to a rope running under the bed. She then recuffs your hands to the bedposts, leaving you in a spread-out Y-shape that makes it hard to hide the burning blush on your face.
Crawling into the bed, she straddles your torso and brings her face up to yours, "of course, it's not like I was the victim of your teasing. It wouldn't be fair if I took all the fun for myself, right?"
Your eyes go wide, "w-wait... You didn't!"
"Anons!"
Your bedroom door opens to three identical-looking anons. Your stomach sinks as you realize you really aren't ready to face the consequences of your actions.
"H-Hold on a second!"
Your girlfriend brushes your hair back, "oh Femanon, if you're worried these anons won't know where to tickle you, don't worry, I'm going to tell them where all of your worst spots are."
Your stomach flutters like the top of a roller coaster. When she mentions your worst spots, your toes clench up tight. A moment later, you feel two fingers squeezing each toe and causing you to giggle.
"One, two, three, four... Oh look, she does have five," one of the anons says.
"Look at all these wrinkles. Even during her punishment she still can't stop teasing us with these feet," another says.
The third anon stands off to the side, jaw in hand, nodding sagely in appraisal, "adorable, well maintained feet, soft soles, an adorable giggle... Yup. Tickle slave material."
"Unfortunately she's already owned by someone else," your girlfriend says, hopping off the bed, "but for the next two hours she's a rental."
Your eyes bug out of your skull, "t-t-two hours? I-I can't do-"
"-the time? Then don't do the crime, Femanon," your girlfriend says as she pulls out a bright pink ball gag to slide into your mouth. Your jaws clamp shut in protest.
"Hey, Count Toesula," she says.
"Yeah?" Says the anon rechecking his arithmetic work.
"Get her right between her second and third toe."
The mathematician counts out the first two to find it then lightly drags his nail between the two toes and suddenly the bedframe is creaking as your legs and ankles thrash to get away from the precision tickling. You manage to keep your mouth closed for a herculean ten seconds before the laughter bubbling in your tummy spills out and leaves a space for the ball gag to slip into. Laughing through the rubber ball gag, your eyes follow your girlfriend walking back to the foot of the bed.
"Alright anons, Femanon's got three really bad spots and since this is a punishment, we're going to get all three of them. Well, technically she has four, but I'm the only one allowed to tickle her on that one. I already told Count Toesula here about the first one. Next up is this one right here."
She drags a nail down the side of your foot where your soles meet the top of your feet. It's not as outright ticklish as the other spots, but it's so consistently maddening that it's just as cruel. The anon takes over for her, walking two fingers up and down the sides of your feet and forcing nasally, machine-gun giggles out through your gagged mouth.
"Lastly, we have this spot."
All five of her nails converge in a plucking motion on your arches, just beneath the ball of your foot below your big toe. The little sensations at the pinprick end of your girlfriend nails sets off a full-body reaction. Just that tiny spot is all it takes to turn you from a human being to a flopping, ticklish mass of giggles.
"This," your girlfriend says to the anon who declared you tickle slave material, "is what makes her good tickle slave material."
As all three get set up in their respective spots, you beg and plead with them not to. But unfortunately, it's about four or five feet pics to late for that now. With a devilish look in her eyes your girlfriend leans down to you and cups your cheek in her hand.
"Despite all the mewling, I know this is your fantasy. I hope you enjoy it Femanon," she says, kissing you on your cheek.
A voice interrupts from the other end of the bed, "hey wait a minute, she posted about her girlfriend in that thread. That technically means she's up for grabs too!"
"W-Wait a minute boys. The rules of the thread are that posting your feet leaves you up to punishment. I never posted my feet!"
The three anons look at each other.
"Well I'm a sub-literate basement dweller. How about you two anons?"
"I used to be able to read but tickle porn melted my brain into sludge."
"I can't read but I can count to the number five."
"Alright, sorry anonymous girlfriend lady, we can't read the rules of the thread so you're gonna have to be tickled with Femanon."
Where they lack in intelligence, the anons make up for in speed and strength as they grab your girlfriend and toss her onto the bed next to you in her own set of leather cuffs. In short order, both of you are tied tight, oil is being rubbed into your soles, and your girlfriend is clasping your hand tight for comfort.
"This is your fault for bringing me up in that thread!" Your girlfriend says.
Through your gag you mumble back, "this is your fault for teasing me about my tickle fantasies!"
When the first fingernails set down on your ticklish feet, it doesn't matter who teased who. All that matters is all three of the anons working over your three most ticklish spots, and your girlfriend yelling encouragement before dissolving into laughter of her own.