Used to be a pretty intense, bondage sort-of deal. The guy would be trussed up tight, legs spread with a bar or straps, from his knees around his back, so he couldn't "get away" and then jerked off, until he achieved orgasm. At that point, the milking would begin. Forceful, rapid, stroking of the head and shaft, like you were trying to make him come more. The feelings are INTENSE and there is no ignoring them. There is no going to your happy place. Probably like being tickled or tased, only marginally more pleasurable. This could go on for an hour if everything is located ergonomically, for the top. You know that point where you shout "OHMYGODSTOP!!!!" because the sensations are too great? Well, there's no safety word with this game. Scream "Oklahoma!" all you want. It stops when the top gets tired or bored. Screaming "STOP!", is what happens at the BEGINNING of the milking game. Nowadays milking seems to have taken on a meaning more akin to "causing ejaculation" or squeezing tightly during ejaculation of your partner. What does it mean to *you*? Have you ever been milked the old way? The times when I'd have to about fight my ex- to get her off me (she could have won medals for oral and don't think that wasn't a big reason for marrying her), after I was done and wrung out... babies don't sleep that good. It'd be late evening and I'd have already done her to completion when she'd finish me off. As I approached the point-of-no-return, she'd grip the base and take her mouth off and then quickly and firmly stroke the top 1/3 and the head. Ka-BOOM! Then not only would she not stop, she'd go harder and faster and I would tolerate it as long as I could before trying to make her stop. When I'd go down on her, as soon as she'd start to orgasm, I would hold her wrists and suck her clit into my mouth and flick my tongue, HARD up and down, over it. She'd try to crush my head with her thighs or try to get her heels on my shoulders and shove me right off the bed, into the far wall, and if I let go of a wrist, she'd push on my face so hard, it felt like she'd pop an eyeball or she'd pull my hair. I'd see flashes of colors for a few minutes after. But the goal was 10 straight hours of the best sleep you ever had. During and post-orgasm, it was like a life-and-death FIGHT. After that, it was all appreciation and gentleness followed by the best sleep ever. I'd wake up 9-10 hours later, Like fucking Rip Van Winkle, having not rolled over, all night. Every joint has seized up and any movement creates the sensation of Rice Krispies. Snap, Crackle and Pop. I'd look over at her and she would appear dead. A puddle of drool and eyes partly open. One time she woke up and apologized. She thought she had fallen asleep while I was talking. Nope. She fell asleep while *she* was talking. In the middle of a word!!! "I can feel it. Especially when I ex-" [silence and deep breathing] That was it. Anybody else go too far, on purpose, this way?