
There's a lot of layers to it. Love giving in to sensations my body is fighting off like a madwoman, while my mind and senses enjoy the euphoria. Laughing breaks down my body's resistance and not-so-delicately annihilates the gateway for the the rest of the unpredictible, pleasurable sensations to come flooding in. It's a slight, sweet taste of insanity to try to process the feelings. The joys I feel seem to outweigh the struggling, and eventually my brain doesn't care about the struggle, when there's more pleasure to be had.
Much more powerful if the person tickling you gets a certain thrill from it. Because like others said, it is about the power struggle. It's far more intoxicating to look into the eyes of the person tickling you and know that they are enjoying your torturous plight, and have no immediate desire to stop it

. And you have to trust them. With no idea of how much they may really put you through because they like it. And you don't know how intense the sensations are going to be. Which creates a delicious fear. Not knowing what's coming. The fear induces a higher state of sensory arousal as your body and mind try to prepare for the unknown. The fear alerts your senses, your body becomes more sensitive. More sensitive gives the mind and the body more of the pleasure it loves to fight off. Crave the pleasure, crave the fear.
Sorry for the lengthy response
🙂. The short version is pleasure + laughter + fear + loss of control + submission = a napalm bomb of wonderfulness
