Bath time soon became the most dreaded moment of your new tiny life ... not because you had an irrational fear of water, or that a bathtub had become akin to an ocean, but purely because of the sadistic games your owner loved playing with you.
It was one thing to be used as a loofah, or to be forced to wash her with your tongue, but when the "games" went beneath the water level, is when they became truly terrifying and sadistic.
You'd shrunk, after all ... you hadn't grown gills, you still very much so needed oxygen to keep living.
This time around, it was one of her "stamina games" where she pinned me beneath her foot, underwater, as she reached climax, often times nearly drowning to death ...
But this time, she was taking longer than usual to orgasm, as I began wondering if it would be the last time I would breath the fresh air again.