The 'lers and those who aren't ticklish are missing out
It took me a long time to realize that it wasn't getting tickled that I hated. Rather, I hated getting tickled when someone I did not want to tickle me was doing it.
While being the dominant tickler remains my strong preference, the past several years I've come to like being the 'lee when it's a beautiful woman administering the tickles. As DommeLee describes it, the sensation of getting tickled is maddening. But I only enjoy it when it's the hands of someone I would want to touch me.
When I was in high school an attractive young female substitute teacher told the class about the double date she was on where her boyfriend and the other guy tickled her until she was out of breath, begging for mercy. (I forget how the topic came up despite remembering the anecdote so well.) The other girl was not ticklish and later she told the subsitute teacher, "I wish I were ticklish so I could get in on all the fun." Funny, someone who is not even ticklish understood how appealing indescribable experience of getting tickled can be.