Since this is turning into a thread about earlier experiences.

My last slave I met in the strangest of places. We met in Stockholms seediest bar. I was in a bussiness meeting and she was a friend of the guy I was having the meeting with. After bussiness was concluded we got drinking and I got friendly with the good looking chick. I made a move, (admittedly a fairly rude move) and she blew me off, but in a flirty way. I managed to get her number from my bussiness contact and called her up the following day but she was utterly uninterested.

Out of the blue she calls me up three months later and asks if I'd like to go with her to a party of a guy we both know vaguely, (the kind of guy who know's half of Stockholm) and we end up fucking the shit out of each on my kitchen floor that night. Great sex but she made it clear she had no interest in meeting me again. Women are strange so I didn't give it any more thought.

Three months on she calls me up again and we start dating. Like they do in Hollywood movies. Dinner and watching video together and stuff. Bizarre. After a few weeks of this we were madly in love with each other and she became my collared slave.

My long and maybe pointless story is that there's no right or wrong. Love is a very strange beast. You just need to pop the question and go for it. I don't think it's a question of whether or not it's the subs place to ask or not. We all face the fear of rejection all the time and it's a very bad reason to refrain from asking.

edit: ...now it's six years on and we're getting a divorce. Funny how things go.