What is it...?

What is it about the sight of black sheer RIBBED socks? Why am I INSTANTLY drawn to them and IMMEDIATELY erect? No one in my family wore them. I first discovered them when my 5th grade teacher wore them...every day... and every day I'd have to hump the bottom of my desk. It's not that I had a crush on him, because he wasn't all that attractive. BUT those socks!!!
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The closer a look I get at them, seeing the stitching and fibers...that solid black patch over the toes and heels... I want to devour them. To tickle them. Seeing the sole of the foot through the sheer fibers... It's impossible to explain the sensations just from seeing them on a rack in the store...
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To this day, thoughts of tickling Mr. Stollenwerk's sheer socked feet sends me over the edge. And while I enjoy all kinds of sheers: colors, styles, lengths... my ultimate will always be knee high, RIBBED, brown/black with a completely sheer sole and only the tips of the toes and the very round of the heels covered in the solid patch.
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Still...why?

Letting Go...

At the end of a recent tickle session, in which I wore these sleek powder blue sheers for my Tickle Master, he asked if I had to actively "let go" while he tickled me. I thought, "Huh?" Then I began to realize what he meant as he explained that when he tickles most people, there's always a wall up...something that keeps them based in the room and that a game is being played. Even though they're tied and being tickled, they're still, really, in control.
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In contrast, he said that I tend to start off the same way, but at a certain point I "give myself over" to him and the situation at hand. I loose self control and just break away from the real world. My body changes. I become less tense. My laughter becomes more organic, more ethereal. My eyes show that I have, in fact, become his tickle victim...his tickle slave.
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I have to agree with him. It's almost like having an hour long orgasm. I can feel myself "floating" away...feeling every sensation of his fingers on the soles of my sheer socked feet, almost like I can see him studying each fiber of the sock as it stretches under the tickle and tweak of his finger nails, brushes and feathers - but I'm seeing it through his eyes. It's intense, but sooooo natural feeling. .
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When he finishes the session, after inducing a MASSIVE orgasm, my body is not only thoroughly exhausted, but completely refreshed. It takes me a long time to settle my mind back into the current space - that's the sign that letting go of my self-conscious mind set and truly letting him control my every ticklish sensation, is the right thing to do and makes for a far more titillating experience.