I lined up my helpless little tinies—seven of them—all trembling under my gaze, knowing exactly what’s coming. My neon magenta feather. So soft, so feminine… and absolutely ruthless. This is giantess tickle madness at its most deliciously cruel. For 10 full minutes, I take my time tormenting them. Slowly. Seductively. One stroke of the feather across their tiny, exposed bodies and it’s all over—giggling, squirming, total loss of control. And that’s exactly what I want. You’ll hear my teasing voice throughout as I describe the sensation, the dread, and the twisted pleasure of being completely vulnerable to something so delicate. There’s no mercy here. I don’t care how sensitive you are, or how much you beg in your tiny little mind. This is pure tickle domination: group tickling, tiny man helplessness, hand fetish, and sensual giantess power play—all wrapped up in a feather that knows exactly where to strike. I ignore their cries. I don’t stop when they flinch. In fact, I drag it out longer—because watching them fall apart from something so soft is far too satisfying. If you love cruel teasing, tickle fetish, macro/micro fantasies, and being absolutely at the mercy of a BBW goddess with dangerous hands and a weaponized feather, this clip is going to ruin you.